THAT Werewolf Game

Friday, December 30, 2005

Yes. And thank you Val for reminding me.

There was this superb party game called.. .. OMG, what's it called? Alex! Tag the name on the board if you see this!

Anyway, Nova bought it from one of those Game/Party shops from Aussie, and after playing it, I can say that it's a trillion times better than my own stupid party game involving cards and sign language.

The game had to be played by a HUGE group. And I mean HUGE. Because all of you are going to have to make up a village, each being a special character.

And the problem with this village is that there are werewolves among you. Every 'day' in the game, the entire town have to vote to kill someone whom you all think might be the werewolf. It's sortta like the 'Murderer' game that we always play with poker cards.

I shall also give you a brief introduction of the other characters in the game.

Witch: Has the special potion to heal someone(whom the werewolf killed) and poison someone to death especially if you think that person is the werewolf. But only can heal once and kill once.

Mayor: Role of the Village Head. On first night of the game, Mayor is voted by the villagers as a whole. Game gets even fun-er if you actually vote Werewolf to be Mayor. When it comes to voting who you all think is werewolf and wants to execute, the Village Head has TWO votes that are sometimes detrimental in determining who eventually dies at the stake.

Little Girl: At 'night' in the game when the town goes to sleep (everyone closes their eyes) and the Werewolves are prowling around, the person with the 'Little Girl' card can SECRETLY peep at the Werewolves and find out their identity. However if spotted by one of the Werewolves she will instantly die of fright.

Hunter: Basically a good-for-nothing in this game. If the werewolf kills the hunter, the hunter has the ability to, with his dying breath, kill one more person.

Cupid: Cupid's role is the cutest. On the first 'night' in the village, Cupid goes around everyone and taps two person in the back. These two will be the 'lovers' in the game. Things get more interesting especially if one of them is the werewolf. The werewolf lover have to tell his other werewolf comrades that they are not supposed to touch the person because they are lovers *make kissing noise here*.

Werewolf: Need I say more about this role? You kill kill kill and act innocent in the daytime so that no one will vote you to kill at the stake.

Now there is one more vital role that all of you will need. A moderator. Aka the game host. The poor dude who can't take part in the game.

During the Christmas party, we had an awesome game host, Cho Wei. He's the one who says lines like "Night has fallen. The village goes to sleep. Wake up Cupid, and tap on the backs of the two lovers. Lovers, now open your eyes and identify each other. Lovers, close your eyes. Werewolves are howling in the dark. They are on the prowl for their next victim..."

That's an example la.

So during the first few games that I played before leaving the party early (Xiang is such a wet blanket. Those wet like machiam baby pee on it de blanket!), I remembered my heart almost jumped out when I saw that I got the werewolf card.

Now how cool is that! First game dio werewolf already!

When it was time for the werewolves to awaken, I opened my eyes and right opposite me, Hanyang was staring back.

It was supposed to be "a dark game" as Cho Wei had said, but I can't stand silence. I wanted to laugh out loud or something because I really can't stand the quietness of the whole game with everyone sitting around the glass table with the lights dimmed and their eyes closed.

Hanyang and I were then secretly hand-signaling to each other to decide who to kill first.

Since Alex made a smartass comment about my Christmas gift, I wanted to kill him first.

I signaled my intention and Hanyang shook his head.

"Why?" I mouthed to him.

"He's my lover." He mouthed back.

I ALMOST BURST OUT LAUGHING.

I was tahan-ing until I think my face turned as red as a tomato. Wait a minute.. my face IS already as red as a tomato in its usual state.

In the next game, I was a commoner. I was happily having to do nothing except vote who to kill.. and minding my own business when suddenly, the stupid witch poisoned me at night. How I know? Because Game Host said "Werewolf killed someone. Werewolves go to sleep. Witch, do you want to heal this dead person? Yes, witch heals. Witch poisons someone. The sun rises. Villagers awake! Someone is dead!" And I was pointed out.

In that particular game stupid Alex was the witch. Thus, from that game onwards, all witches are called The Bitchy Witch.

Sheesh, we have got to play that game again some day.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:36 pm

Our Dear Harold

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Yes, pardon me for my poor blogging memory, but the big chicken that we cooked that day had actually been affectionately named as Harold.

It was weird. I mean, we usually name our pet, so calling a dead chicken Harold was like we're eating our own pet chicken during Christmas.

Anyway, because we were too full to even finish the spaghetti, Harold was left in the oven. That was until someone started making noise *specifically Alex*, going "Where is Harold!?" and "I want Harold!" and Val was answering "Oh, Harold's still in the microwave.."

However, Harold is not something whose photos you want to see me splash on this blog because Harold is dead, headless halfway through the party, and very... uninteresting.

And finally, here is the 'fantasizing' photo that Val was talking about, however, described in MY context:











I censored the gift's name since some blur sotongs STILL don't know what is it. *Stab me please! With anything but Lena's blunt pencil*



Ok, now here's a SUPER farnie video clip to share with all of you. I almost fell off my chair laughing at this one. CLICK HERE

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:07 pm

Screw Cramps

It's amazing what cramps can do to you. The pain is so randomly intense that you really feel like curling into a ball and stay that way till you rot into nothingness.

Having finally a form of break time to myself, I have decided that I better blog about Christmas now or never.

I cooked chicken breast meat marinated with Pepsi. More like Xiang cooked and I marinated. That aside, the good thing was this year, my food was finished. My confidence level increase from negative 10 to a positive 1.

To summarise the whole thing, I shall only talk about the best parts and the not-so-best parts of the party.

To bring forth the good things first, the very best of all best thing was the chocolate strawberry. I love the chocolate melter thing. It works like those aromatherapy oil burners, except it was a tin can above the flame where you throw the pieces of chocolate in and stir it till it melted.

It was SO GOOD that it should have been sinful to just taste it.





I was, as you can guess, volunteery in-charge of the chocolate. I have to admit when I was supposed to be melting chocolate, I was busy trying to finish it instead. Gawd! Thinking about it make me drool again. The chocolate melter comes in a complete set too. With a long metal spoon that could fit nicely into the tin can and stir the melting chocolate, and with a little cute jug where you are supposed to put milk inside and occasionally add it in so the melted chocolate doesn't get too thick or something. Whatever it is for, it can only make it taste better!

Asked Val where she bought it and she said "Oh, that.. *pauses and tries to recall while Cindy's prays that Val didn't forget the place*... Melbourne lor"

No matter how much I like it nothing is going to make me fly to Melbourne just for it.

However, much to YOU, the readers, delight, that was just about the best thing that happened at the party.

The rest were just unfortunate events.

A particular one got the guys all excited; the beheading of the chicken.

As we have learnt our lesson in the previous years that there NEVER was enough space in our stomach for the turkey, we bought a big chicken instead.

The guys were very excited. In fact, Xiang, who seldom does ANYTHING except playing the computer, helped out in washing the insides of the chicken, much to my amazement.

(I have to admit at first I thought he was cleaning the toilet or something.)












Then of course, comes the all-important beheading done proudly by Alex.



Disgusting sight. Photos of beheading all taken by Val. Guess you are't surprised.

But to make up for it, there was an awful lot of food that we cooked.


There was this yummy garlic fish (Garlic ROX)..




Butter mussels..






And whole lot of other foods..







We had so many people gathered together here, with Nova flying back all the way from Australia, and even TTG's Ms. Wobbly Legs, Joanna.


Then there was the most important part: Gift Exchange.

Apparently my guardian angel (who, disappointedly, turned out to be Alex whom I believe had a heck of a fun choosing my present), bought me a Gackt CD!!!!!!

But if you think that's all, you're waaaay wrong. That guy would NEVER let up on a chance to make me embarrassed.

I'd let you guess what it is..




In this photo I've EXPERTLY covered it up with the Gackt album, though it is still possible to guess what the item behind is.

To end off this beautiful 2005 Christmas party I shall leave you with two horrified victims of Val's snack-sharing activity. Here's wishing you an extremely Merry Christmas (though it was over but let me just wish you again)!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:44 pm

Ladies...

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

What are you waiting for? It's Post-Christmas sale EVERYWHERE.

According to Observant Manda, Sasa's Christmas sale was like 10-20% only. Now POST-Christmas is a whooping 30%!!

Just got a pair of shoes from Xodus that used to cost $49.90 at only a frigging $14++!!

GO NOW! (And I shall blog tomorrow)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:59 pm

Lazy Uploader

Yes yes, I've finally got the photos. But, I will upload them ANOTHER day. Haha, probably Thursday night. So now, I shall distract your attention with another totally irrelevant topic. The bird flu cok cok gharrrrrrr.

LRD is not a drug. LRD stands for Little Red Dot, aka Singapore.

Well, LRD has come up with their plan to counter the bird flu. Have you? Seems like the year of the chicken might not pass without a chicken protest.

Feels very Strategic Marketing all of a sudden.

Anyway, the knowledge of LRD's plan against the pandemic is courtesy of Straits Times Home section (Straits Times rock! Not only because you're the only newspaper in LRD and also because you want to charge me again for reading your online version and even dare to act as if you have a kind heart by offering me a discount! This! Despite me already ordering the hard-copy! WTF!)

Sorry I digressed. Back again to the plan.

Although this is a little boring lah, but I thought that some of you would be interested to find out what will happen to our country once something as disastrous (or MORE disastrous) than SARS were to hit us again.

First wave: Expected to last 6 weeks, affecting up to 500,000 people and deaths of 1,000-8,000. Hello, we're talking about Singapore, and in Singapore, 500,000 is ALOT of people considering the last census held in 2000 reflected a population of 4 million odd.

And this is what will take place in Week 1:

- 50,000 ppl in essential services like health care, security, water and power are given one Tamiflu capsule a day to protect them from the virus (as if it will work. But nice try).

- All polyclinics to treat only flu patients - longer opening hours, possibly even round-the-clock (Friends, this means that if you need to get that polyclinic referral letter to Skin Centre for your pimples, better do so quick!)

- TTSH to move existing patients to other hospitals and be the dedicated flu hospital (poor TTSH has to start picking up all the shit once again. *Salutes TTSH*)

- 1,600 General Practitioners(GPs) to help out at polyclinics or take over polyclinic patient care.

- Polyclinic patients with chronic illness who are not very sick will be sent their regular medication without consultation. Those who need to see a doctor will go to a GP near them but collect their medicine from a few central locations (I don't understand this part. So they are saying I have to go Serangoon see doctor and then go Orchard collect my medicine?!)

Week 2-3 Pandemic peaks:

- All public hospitals will be turne dinto dedicated flu hospitals. Most existing patients move to private hospitals.

- Private hospitals will take over accident and emergency cases.

- Some doctors and possibly equipment from public hospitals will be sent to bolster private hospials. Private specialists will help out at public hospitals.

- Estimation of up to 2,600 patients to be warded per week. If necessary, public hospitals will ramp up bed capacity to an additional 2,000.

Week 4-6:
- Patient numbers decrease but public hospitals remain on alert. Polyclinics will remain as flu clinics.

2nd Wave that may strike 3-6 months later:

- Singapore has already placed a deposit for pandemic flu vaccines, which should be available 4-6 months from the time the virus is identified. Will vaccinate the entire population.

- Vaccination centres will be set up in the community and people will be told where to go for jabs.

- If the vaccine is a good match for the virus 70-80% of those vaccinated will be well protected. The others may get a less severe illness.




People say we're mindless Singaporeans. Government say anything, we do without protesting. We're tiny, our mama government is strict, but we grow up to be good and HEALTHY children :D

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:51 pm

Val! Photos!!

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

I'm. So. Tired. Aren't. You? In fact it is reflected on my face. The next time you see me look at my DARK EYE WRINKLES and you will know how tired I am. I think it became like this after working with TTG. At the very least, you can consider that volunteery sacrificing of precious beauty sleep.

Now since Temasek Polytechnic thinks that we are robots, we start school immediately on the following Monday after attachment ends. I thought then on till graduation, life could only get better. But I was wrong. Slapped in the face with five projects, even though we were too tired and sluggish to do anything it still worries us enough to keep us from having a good night's sleep.

Man, I really wish sometimes that I can just go to sleep and not have to wake up. Don't get me wrong, I am not entertaining any suicidal thoughts, just really want to have a good sleep. Probably might convince my parents to let me book a room in a hotel and sleep for three days and night.

But something slapped me awake today when I boarded the bus for home. I got up the number 8 and almost fainted. I don't know why but my guess is someone shitted on the bus. There is no other way for it to stink so horribly. Or maybe something might have died at the air-ventilation thingy. Which is also probably why instead of taking a rare afternoon nap, I am blogging away. Alright since I'm blogging I might as well continue.

The other night during Christmas Eve, I was actually feeling quite hungry. Having watched the entire show of Lao Fu Zi (the one starring Cecilia Chung and Nicholas Tse) inclusive of the end credits, I wanted to go to the kitchen to raid the fridge.

But, I was lazy, as I've mentioned at the first part of this post. So I decided instead to watch what was the next show after Lao Fu Zi before going down to get food.

It was this ten thousand year old Hong Kong comedy that anyone would have watched should they be more energetic than dear ol' Cindy.

Acted by Chou Ren Fa and that.. omg.. I don't know their names.

Anyway they were acting as China citizens in those rural areas who were actually planning to 'swim' to Hong Kong.

While preparing, they were short of one important object... Tiger poo.

The shortest one among them stated that while they trek through the jungle before arriving at the place where they are supposed to swim, they would have to be careful of wolves that might attack them.

However wolves would scurry away immediately if they could smell tiger poo thus they were so desperate for it.

They waited till a zoo was closed before climbing in and getting to the tiger enclosure. They tried using a bamboo pole (that appeared out of nowhere) to poke the tiger and encourage it to do its business but the tiger attacked the pole instead and splintered it into pieces.

Suddenly, the drunken zookeeper stumbled in. All three main characters froze and acted like statues, but the drunken zookeeper already saw them and said "Stupid people trying to collect tiger poo again. A tiger doesn't even poo THAT much unless you feed it with laxatives!"

The three statues in the background started smiling. Since obviously there was no way for them to get the laxatives in time (and they were leaving tomorrow night), they decided to sing a song that is always sang to babies to help them poo faster.

A show is a show. That idea worked. The tiger really poo-ed. But it was kinda watery.

"What shall we do now?" one of them asked.

"Use a pipe to suck up the poo!" the short one said.

They did get a pipe. You know, those kind of garden hose kind. And the dumb guy sucked with all his might but couldn't suck up the watery poo.

The now impatient short one grabbed the hose from him and said "Let me show you!" He sucked, and he sucked and suddenly there was a "PAK" sound and his face changed.......

I realised I didn't feel like eating at all. So I switched off the TV and went straight to bed.

Meaningful Clip To Share. CLICK HERE.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:43 pm

Boxing Day

Monday, December 26, 2005

Ok, the word Boxing reminds me of this guys from the Finance Department back at TTG. HAHAHA!! His name was Bock Seng and the first time Joanna told me I can't help but widen my eyes a little.

Anyway, while still awaiting photos from last night, I shall blog about Christmas Eve instead.

All the while I had thought Manda's Christmas party was on Eve (since Christmas day itself will be celebrated with Xclusives).

Apparently when Manda told me 'Saturday', she meant the week AFTER Christmas that Saturday. So ta daaa.. I was stuck at home with my parents.

As I've mentioned to some people before, a few years ago I wouldn't want to be caught dead at home on Christmas Eve. It's such a 'loser' situation.

You know, the rest of the world is out there celebrating and you have no where to go and nobody to be with.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, my dear boyfriend you-know-who-you-are.. This is our third Christmas that we are going to celebrate together and other than celebrating our first Christmas together (which also happens to be our first month anniversary), you have never celebrated the other two Christmas countdowns. Oh and I haven't killed you yet for wanting to leave Val's party earlier last night!

That aside, I have, as you know, gotten rid of that stupid ideology of Christmas-Eve-at-home-are-for-losers. Because after Shufang and Yin introduced me to the messy world of Chrismtas countdowns at Orchard, I never ever wanted to spend a Christmas Eve outside again.

It involved alot of party ribbons until when I took a cab home and opened my wallet to pay the uncle, those party ribbons fell out of my wallet too.

Then my good friend Junwei sms to hint me to check my mailbox by saying things like "Go check your mailbox". Ok, he wasn't hinting. He was telling me direct to the face. Then he started sms-ing things like "Kilo sleeping, so cute!"

So this stalker made me think he was camping outside my house. So I daren't go out to look at my mailbox till it was really dark and I am sure he wouldn't be able to see me outside. Yes, in other words he was one of the losers.. *ahem*.. I mean people who did not intend to go anywhere crowded for Christmas countdown.

I walked out and opened the mailbox. Saw a letter and honestly didn't know whether it was mine or not because there was only my house address and a stamp of course. The liar wasn't really camping outside my house. Neither did he really see Kilo sleeping outside. In fact when it was rainy and cold like it had been on that Eve, Kilo would have done NOTHING but sleep. What else can that dog do man!?

It took me full ten seconds to realise the letter WAS indeed addressed to me.

Junwei you smart aleck! Where got people write address in BIG BOLD BLACK MARKER.. and the name of the recipient right at the bottom of the envelope in small going-to-run-out-of-ink blue ballpoint pen!

That was around dinnertime. I collected the mail, and went inside to settle down for dinner.

I was opening the envelope while sitting beside Dad and being the kaypo and protective Dad that he was, he asked me who was it addressed to. I about to lie to him I ordered a packet of Anthrax from the internet... Ok I didn't.

I said it's a Christmas card sent by a TP friend who apparently didn't have the sense to pass it to me in school in order to save the 23cents worth of postage charges.

However I was wrong. It wasn't a Christmas card.

It was a ...




BELATED BIRTHDAY CARD!!

To be specific, it was a 5 months 25 days late card. Dad saw and his eyes popped out and he went "HUH!?" so loud that all the dogs jumped up to their feet and looked at him (even blind and deaf Chubby included).

In fact, when my amusement level died out, I closed the card and was about to eat dinner when something at the back of the card caught my eye.

It was a.........










Receipt (-.-") .... Telling me that the card costed him ALOT. In fact if you click on the pic you could see what he wrote at the bottom of the receipt. What a great friend!

It has also come to my attention that it's been ages since I've last included a photo of Chubby on my blog. So for this post, let me end it with a sleepy picture of Chubby on Christmas morning...

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:26 pm

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Merry Christmas my dears.. Stop checking back and enjoy your well-deserved break away from the computer!

Won't update till tomorrow night (or early Monday morning)!

Meanwhile be contented with a not-very-clear picture of (in my opinion) a REALLY cute guy!





Who cares about Bling Bling when you've got CUTE GUY?

In fact she looks more obsessed with the ring than the guy! How can THAT be?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:41 pm

To Singtel Friends

Friday, December 23, 2005

This blog isn't just about Me, Cindy, Me, Cindy, Cindy, Me..

It is also about.. promotions that Me, Cindy, Me, Cindy, Cindy, Me.. came across and would like to share with all of you.

However, this promotion I am going to talk about today would only be valid for 3G Singtel customers. Now let me warn you, video calls are ADDICTIVE. Mum keeps calling me sometimes just to say 'hi'.. physically (she really waves at the camera).

Anyway, this promotion is called 3G Pal.

In short, you nominate a number as your 3G buddy. You get FREE outgoing calls to that person (limited to outgoing calls worth $100/mth) and it's not just voice calls mind you, it also includes video calls.

And all this at only $1.05 per month (only if you register BEFORE end of January 2006). Normally it's priced at $3.15 per month ($10.50 reg fee for first month).

Click here for more details

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:00 pm

There's a Hole in my Roof

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Which was how ten thousand years ago Mama Bird came in, build a nest and left three baby birds in my care.

Of which one died and the other two grew up, flew away and never turned back. Maybe they did, but I definitely wouldn't have recognised them.

Come to think of it, maybe Mama Bird didn't abandon them there. My roof has been sealed up 8x more than the number of times I send Chubby for grooming. Probably Mama bird couldn't get in through sealed roof.

Unfortunately, obviously some other smart aleck of a bird had managed to make a hole again. It's so irritated when you are sleeping at 3am and there is a heavy thunderstorm. You keep getting awakend by the stupid dripping noise when the water goes through the hole and lands on the not-very-waterproof ceiling.

Irritated, you wake up and stare at the ceiling for awhile, but deciding that sleep has priority over everything else, you plopped your head back onto the pillow and shut your eyes with a frown.

Drip! Drip! Drip! The sound continues as you are slowly going back to Dreamland and the only thing you can do is pray that if the ceiling doesn't hold and it leaks through, then it better not land anywhere near the bed because you don't want to be awakened again. Anyway, a spoilt ceiling can only be repaired tomorrow so why stay up?

I soon came to know that my bro was experiencing similar problems with his. But his was worst. His room's ceiling was drenched and the water got through and even landed on both his computers. Yes, he has two. Both next to one another.

This resulted in a bada$$ blackout. Bro was severely pissed as anyone would be if their com broke down. While, all I can say is, in my whole life I've never seen someone make a raincoat for their computer and put it on for their darling machine while they are not at home.

Actually, what I want to talk about is not leaking roofs. What a boring subject.

I want to talk about the dudes who come to repair the leaks. In the past 3 months, 5 different roof 'specialists' have seen our roof. I'm not specifically sure what went on but it was something like this:

Out of the 5, the first one wanted to charge us a frigging $500-600 to patch up the problem which we obviously rejected.

The second one did a good job. He repaired. But he repaired the wrong one. He was supposed to repair my brother's but apparently he done mine instead thus no more birdies for me to adopt.

The third one came and said he needed to use like how many ridiculous sticks of glue in order to 'glue' up the problem but could only hold back for one year.

The forth one came up with a similar suggestion, except that his glue was 'weak'. For a few days' duration, the sun cannot be too hot and it mustn't rain in order for the glue to dry properly (wtf?).

The fifth came yesterday and I wasn't sure what solution they had proposed. But three came and you must forgive me for temporarily thinking that they would rob the house.

But all of them had something in common. And what I'm saying include the air-con people who came to fix up or repair the aircons.

They. Cannot. Pee. Properly.

Sometimes it lands all over the toilet seat of which they DID NOT BLARDY BOTHER to lift up.

Sometimes, it even lands on the floor and you frigging step on it when you are about to sit down.

Gawd! If you can't aim then LIFT UP THE SEAT! And.. it is NOT as LONG as you THINK it is so stand CLOSER and keep my toilet floor CLEAN!

Oh and did I forget to mention about those who smoke? No problem at all if you want to. My house is not a no-smoking zone BUT please do not FUGGING SMOKE NEAR MY FUGGING NEW CURTAINS. Not only will it burn a stupid fugging hole there, the ash stains the curtains too!

Oh! And not only that also! He had to throw his cigarette butt INTO MY POTTED PLANTS!

Not one but FIVE butts! How many sticks can he puff within the space of an hour?

And all five landed into the same potted plant. My mint plant, Minty.

I honestly felt that if you want to smoke in another girl's room, have the decency to put out the flame or something. I don't think he did and I don't know why, I just DON'T THINK he did.

I haven't discover this till a few months later but Minty sorta died.

Her roots were rotting. Yea, it's just coincidence I guess because how could throwing a cigg butt on a plant actually kill it.

I managed to save abit of Minty. Mints are tough though I'm not exactly sure what kind of Mint Minty is.

But I had Minty since I was Sec 3. Bendemeer's eco-garden was growing it and I begged and begged Hany to ask her teacher to cut one for me and she promised.

Hany darling kept her word and I got Minty a few months after my begging. At that time Mint had only four baby leaves and was in this silly little plastic cup that was cut so that it wasn't very deep. With damp cotton wool that was carefully wrapped around the area where it was cut off from the mother plant, I brought it home.

It was silly because I had so many things to bring home from school that day and in the free hand I had, I had to hold this silly plant and make sure it doesn't fall out of the shallow plastic cup. In fact, so intent was I on my concentrating on Minty that I failed to realise my over-filled plastic file on one hand had almost accidentally slapped this old lady's face until she gave me a dirty look.

Man, that's alot to digest. I'd take a photo of Minty someday and show you. It's really tiny now though because as I've mentioned, the root part died and I could only save the part that was still 'green' and alive.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:04 pm

Dear ol' Tinker gal

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I remembered the first time I saw Tinker. She had only arrived the day before and the Phang sisters were still trying to get used to her.
Click here to relive the moment

You remember that advertisement where a little puppy was playing with toilet rolls? Ok, more like kitchen wipes. But Tinker was a little smaller than that puppy.
(These days you remember the advertisement instead of remembering what brand it was advertising for.. tsk tsk tsk)

I was expecting something MUCH MORE bigger since when I first saw Chester as a puppy, he was already relatively huge.



Already fully-grown Chester aka The Old Man

Kinda looks like those olden day kungfu Masters who like to hangout in caves right?

Tinker was so tiny that when I first saw her I'm like SHE'S SO SMALL! I honestly thought they got the breed wrong or something because she was really tiny to the point of .. tinyness.






However, yesterday, when I saw her again, she was already grown. Not yet full sized but grown.

As Manda always say (I don't know whether to believe though), Tinker recognises her childhood friend, that unfortunately happens to be ME.

Tinker always greets me at the door, jumping onto me when she feels like it for the next few hours or so.

That doesn't prove to be a problem when she was still young. But it proved to be a problem yesterday. Imagine having a going-to-be-big dog trying to jump on you. No fun. At all.

If there was one thing I was glad about, she didn't seem to have forgotten me at all. One thing I wasn't glad about: She continued to bite me as if it was yesterday and she was still a teething puppy. Only this time, it was SO.. MUCH.. MORE.. PAINFUL....






I didn't take a picture of her. It was impossible. She was moving non-stop and not cooperative at all. Even when I was recording videos she tried to attack me.

We then fooled around with bottles of nail polish and I ended up with gold glittery nails that is so Christmassy. But of course, as usual, it wasn't perfect. I kept accidentally touching things and damaging the yet-to-dry nail polish that Manda was screaming "Don't move! Stop flipping that magazine! No! I'd get the food! No! Don't touch the keyboard!"





I have ugly dry hands like that of a guy. Wait, even GUYS don't have dry hands!


I told her I was hungry and she stuffed me with all the chocolates in her house. I said "You have ALOT of chocs for someone who doesn't like to eat chocolate." and she replied "Cos I got kids at home."

Of course, she's implying her two sisters but it honestly sounded like she was referring to her children. I was afraid she will hit me if I voiced my thoughts so I shut up and thus, managed to prevent her from having to paint my nails all over again.

Feeling full, I decided to stuff the two remaining Ferrero into my bag and eat it later. We then went to PS to meet Yin there for a little shopping.

And for that day, it was the SECOND time I went back to PS. Because earlier on after attending lessons in the morning, I went with Peizhen to PS to collect her new V3. Hers was spoilt and after calling the hotline, the people told her she has a few days' of deadline to go down to their one and only service centre in Singapore to collect a brand new one and no charge

She went down, of course (who wouldn't?).

But upon arriving, we took a queue number and waited. Luckily there is the cartoon version of Mr. Bean to entertain us while we waited. Ahead of us was a customer who was shouting something along the lines of "Your Motorola phone keeps giving me problems and shutting down for nothing. And now I come here and the service is giving me problems too. Why on earth is there no spare phone for customers while their phone is being repaired?"

I shook my head. Once in a while there are such customers who are out to spoil your day. I really pitied the little girl who was serving him. I mean she looked barely 16. One of those after O'levels part-timers I guess, and this old dude was shouting at her and making the whole shop look.

Peizhen then told me they get paid roughly $8 per hour. Still that isn't reason enough to get shouted at.

We waited one hour (they had like 5-6 counters and only 8 people ahead of us). Indeed, Motorola should consider doing something. I waited this long at Nokia before but that was because there were like 15 or more people in front of me.

Finally when we reached our turn, the staff told us that he doesn't have her record that she would be coming down to collect her new phone. Grrreat. When he finally found the record, he said that her warranty was not stamped by the dealer thus they cannot proceed. "They're so inflexible!" she purposely said aloud while calling her dealer.

Finally we decided to walk over to Starhub instead to get a random chop there. All Peizhen said was "I need to repair my phone but they say they need a dealer to stamp here). Starhub immediately chopped the warranty for her without asking any other questions (although she really IS a Starhub customer) and we were on our way back to Motorola within 10 seconds. Perhaps Motorola has given so much trouble to their clients and those clients were frequently coming over to Starhub to stamp their warranty cards.

Basically after all that waiting, it took us near to 3 hours to collect the new phone. Besides, most of the customers we saw were taking their V3 back for repairs. I absolutely cannot believe how it got the Best Mobile Phone of the Year award. Did the phone sleep with one of the judges or something?

Bottomline: If you want to get a Motorola, please make sure it doesn't spoil. If it does, get rid of it or be prepared to WAIT.

After I finally get home from my second visit to PS, I dumped my bag on the floor and fell onto the bed, refusing to move an inch. Chubby put his paws on the side of the bed, asking to be carried up, so I did.

He slept beside me. But suddenly, he started sniffing the air. Sniffing my bed.

He walked to the corner and sat there sniffing towards the floor.

"What?" I asked him. Of course he didn't answer. Duh!

But he jumped onto the floor and walked towards my bag and sniffed it.

I was just too lazy to move so I just propped myself up on one arm and observed him.

He poked his head into my bag and started sniffing. I thought it was such a cute sight I ought to take a picture of it. But I didn't, because soon enough his head resurfaced from my bag and he was walking away... with a Ferrero Rocher in his mouth.

Smart-a$$!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:23 pm

12 _____ of Christmas

Sunday, December 18, 2005

(by Emma Kragen)

PS: Spent ALOT of time looking for the photographs!!

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me..




A poodle in a doghouse.






On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me

2 Saint Bernards...




and a poodle in a doghouse..






On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

3 Cocker Spaniels..



2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

4 Basset Hounds..



3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

5 Golden Retrievers..




4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

6 Boxers boxing




5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

7 Huskies howling





6 Boxers boxing..
5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

8 Sheepdogs snoring





7 Huskies howling..
6 Boxers boxing..
5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

9 Chihuahuas chomping





8 Sheepdogs snoring..
7 Huskies howling..
6 Boxers boxing..
5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..






On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

10 Dalmatians dancing





9 Chihuahuas chomping..
8 Sheepdogs snoring..
7 Huskies howling..
6 Boxers boxing..
5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..





On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

11 Labs a laughing




10 Dalmatians dancing..
9 Chihuahuas chomping..
8 Sheepdogs snoring..
7 Huskies howling..
6 Boxers boxing..
5 Golden Retrievers..
4 Basset Hounds..
3 Cocker Spaniels..
2 Saint Bernards..
and a poodle in a dog house..








On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me..

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:47 pm

How do you know if..

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Your name is VERY EXTREMELY common?


http://www.dailyexpress.com.my/news.cfm?NewsID=36340


IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:

Don't forget, Shrek is showing tonight at 7.45pm and after that,

LORD OF THE RINGS (FOTR)!!!!!!!!!!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:43 am

My First Driving Lesson

Friday, December 16, 2005

Sheesh, bet you can't come up with a more corny and UNINTERESTING title.

My groupmates (especially Lena and Gary) are going to kill me on Monday, so I guess I'd better blog while I'm still alive. Apparently for the Individual Report I told them all the wrong font and they had to change it less than an hour away from the deadline.

Well... la la la...

So.. Today had my first driving lesson. Half an hour after explaining and he stopped the car by the road. "Your turn!" he declared.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaatttt..." I said in slow-motion...

"No worries!" He replied cheerfully.

YEA RIGHT! The only thing my mind thought about was if my insurance covers me if I get myself into an accident.

So I drove. And I drove. And it was surprisingly easy and the engine only stalled once. The instructor was really good and calm. Well, except for when the engine stalled.

It was at a traffic junction when that happened. In fact, I think for all of you, it ALWAYS happens at a traffic junction. He started to panic. "Ok calm down! Calm down!" he said (what irony!), when I AM. He sounded more kan cheong than me even.

Got the car started back out in record time and we were on the way again. Now I finally understood what people say about taxis bullying L-plates. It just appeared from nowhere and try to block me when I was trying to cut lanes. Damn those people.

Another way I don't get it is why he wouldn't let me travel above 40km/h. . . Ok, on second thoughts, maybe it's because I haven't got used to the brakes yet. After all, after rounding this particular part of Ubi 500x, I always still stop AFTER the white line.

Did I mention how much I hate brakes too? Whenever I'm on a bus one of the things I definitely notice is how good the driver applies brakes. You know there are some jerks of a driver who take it upon him to apply the brakes like BAM!

You can tell easily by looking at the other passengers from the corner of your eye. All of them are threatening to fly forward because they jerk to the front and settle down backwards together like synchronised swimming.

I thought the best to cultivate the extremely GOOD habit of braking gently would be to start from young. . . I mean.. To start from your first lesson. Thus, I did. But apparently it was so gentle that the brake can't 'eat' so I always end up over the white line. Thankfully it is just abit OVER the white line and not right smack in the middle of the junction where left and right traffics would pile up on us.

Oh, and I met Val, Weiyu, Jo and Alex last night. It's great that my buddy from TTG has finally met my not-very-sane buddies from Bendemeer (and affiliated orgs, hahaha).

We were supposed to meet for a prata supper last night but nobody ate anything at all because all of us ate late dinners.

Then we went to Alex's house to slack (again!) and Val fooled around (as usual) with my handphone's cam.

It resulted in a series of photos that do not make sense.




Val and her part-time job..(Mopping Lex's house)




Val the stalker than took a photo of her victim, Weiyu




This.. Oh.. never mind..




Presenting to you the 'Look Of The Moment', bloated mouth!





See what I mean?




She is in 100 of the 115 photos in my handphone. Poor me had to act editor and delete all the nonsense ones otherwise all of you will be stuck to my blog for a pretty long time. . Plus, it's hard thinking of logical subtitles for them all.




Lastly, the owner of the house who is showing off his feet, Mr. Lim.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:19 pm

Clogs

Thursday, December 15, 2005

It's not often that I like a pair of shoes. I mean like. Not find it comfortable (like the Crocs).

So one fine day when I went shopping with Xiang to shop for MY THINGS (which only happens once in ten years since I don't shop much), I found a pair that I really like.

More like Xiang like. I'd give him credit since he spotted it first.

It's a pair of clogs. Slippers with heels actually, but it looks like a pair of clogs and is even made of wood to complete the image.

Happily, I wore it for only three times before Kilo attacked it. But generally it is still wearable.

So on Wednesday, I wore it to school for the first time after my attachment.

As we all know I have the stupid habit of removing my shoes when I sit down, regardless of whether it is during tutorial or even at the library. Which always gives my groupmate, Peizhen, the opportunity to steal my shoes and hide it somewhere else (and I always thought I was the only one good at it).

So Wednesday there was Entrepreneurship lecture and I was sitting between Janet and Kelvin.

I took off my shoes and started playing with it. Hmm.. how should I describe... I took them off and was using my toes to step on the ends of the shoes so that the front of the shoe is slapping the floor making a stupid 'pak pak pak' sound as the front part landed on the carpetted floor (don't forget shoe is made of wood).

The sound was quite soft though. Not loud enough to irritate a person. Unless you SEE me doing it, you wouldn't even be able to hear it.

So there I was, sitting there fooling around with the shoe going PAK PAK PAK..

It is then that suddenly Kelvin turned around to frown at me. I didn't care at first cos I thought maybe he suddenly woke up from daydreaming and realise that I was sitting beside him.

It went on for some time and I looked at him and asked in an irritated tone "What!?"

"That's my leg!" he said.

I looked down and realised my slipper was no longer slapping the floor. It was slapping his feet instead. Turns out that I wasn't the only one with a habit of going around school barefooted cos he took out his shoes too.

And do all of you remember Poppy? Lena's chihuachua who looks like Lex's Jay Jay yet name sounds like his Dalmatian Toppy?





Apparently Lena suddenly asked if I could take care of Poppy during the weekend while she is away for competition (and the rest of her family is holidaying in Taiwan or Thailand or one of the countries that starts with 'T').

This reminds me of one of the downsides of being a polytechnic student. While the rest of the world is going away for their December holidays, we are only into our second blardy frigging week of school!

!@#$%

But, don't forget, we get to pay for OFF-PEAK tickets when it is OUR TURN to go for holiday! WOOT.. Believe me, if you go for a holiday at an off-peak period, you will never think of going holidaying during Deccember or June ever again. It's not just the price man, it's the 300% LESS crowded place that rox!

Lastly, you may start taking bets as to how my three precious darlings will react to a lizard. I mean, Poppy.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:35 pm

No matter...

Monday, December 12, 2005

how many times I tick the box 'Remember me' on Friendster, it doesn't work. And I keep going back thousands of times enough to know that it NEVER works.

This is call Loyal Customer and Lousy Customer Service.

Chinese New Year is secretly approaching. Well, not exactly secretly, but it'd hit us before we know it. Just like Christmas.



Note to Xiang: I know we've spent three CNYs together already but I'm still sure you DON'T KNOW or DIDN'T NOTICE this but I hate pineapple tarts.

.....

But I love the dough. SO.. next time YOU eat the pineapple I eat the dough. In fact, this is how we make them at home. For every three pineapple tarts, there is one unfilled one specially for me :) In a not-so-nice-sounding way, it is actually the left-over dough from every batch we bake since there are not enough pineapple tart for it.





I've got quite a few photos to share again. These were taken when I went with my parents to the fish farms that Melia had tricked Manda, Silie, and me into going. We walked like hell and as the car passed by those familiar places that we had WALKED past ON FOOT.. I was complaining non-stop and Mum was repeating "Aiyo, so poor thing. Aiyo.. so poor thing.." And Lex, it's FISH FARM. Not RAINBOW.

Which reminds me, I haven't started practical driving lessons yet. I think Dad would be much happier if I push back my plans for the lessons right now since it's a pure and proven fact that all new drivers will scratch the car at least ONCE. It all just depends on whether the scratch is big or small.

Which also further reminds me, the jockey at the hotel that drove dad's two-day old car scratched the front bumper. I bet Dad would be less angry if I was the one who bumped the bumper. HAHAHA!!

That aside, these are the photos taken from the shop that Dad always frequents for fish. This uncle who lives there with his wife, keeps all sorts of pets. As you walk through the rows and rows of tanks, there is a dog wandering around in the background, sniffing the air. A cat lies sleeping on top of an empty and upside-down fish-tank. The other cat would be circling your leg, trying to make you trip and fall on your face.

Look up and there would be the birds in their cages, staring down at you. Mind you, they're tame. Walk nearer to the sink where the old couple cook their food and you'd see nearby there'd be probably 5-6 cages of hamsters with generous amounts of sawdust in their cages till the little critters create a 'nest' of sawdust and sleep right smack in the centre together.

This, my dear friends, IS LIFE! Wooot!

Ok, the photos:


Very VERY handsome dog, it is


Ever seen a bird that sleeps LIKE THAT?


Very VERY nice bird, it is, too

Later on, we went to the nursery. Plant nursery, that is. I learnt that there is this flower. It looks pretty nice, but I was horrified by the name. Translating it to English, it would be called 'Chicken Shit Flower'.

I truly wonder why.. Anyone with the answer?




After I came home, Xiang came over and we watched the replay of the Star Awards together. Okay, so they said Zoe Tay is an attention-grabber. I didn't think it was THAT bad. We need people like Zoe to liven up the scene once in awhile. Besides, it's all in good humour when she probes about when Christopher and Fann is going to get engaged.

Aren't you absolutely SICK AND TIRED of seeing the same formal prim and proper Star Awards year after year after year? Ok, I guess you are not, since you are complaining.

We then went Sheng Siong to shop with my dear parents. Dad bought alot of ducks. Dead ones though. He loves eating duck wings. Upon this realisation, I am seriously reconsidering getting a pet duckling. Wouldn't want my pet duck to move around wing-less.

When I came home, I was amused to see Kilo trying to bite a moth. He missed, and the moth flew to his face and slapped him a few hundred times while all Kilo could do was blink his eyes non-stop while all I saw was a moving black blurred object around his head.

Then, naughty moth landed on the floor in exhaustion. He wouldn't move even when Kilo went over to sniff at it. He also wouldn't move when Didi almost stepped on it in his hurry to get to Kilo's food and finish the remains.

And he still didn't move when Chubby went over to sniff it. I was thinking of all the dogs, it is most scary to be sniffed by Chubby since his whole face is so flat, sniffing it would mean it is very close to being squashed to death.

Boy must it be really tired out from the slaps. I managed to zoom in with my handphone to take this blurred photo. I forgot to mention this earlier but.. it is a BIIIIIIIIIIIG moth. Check out the eyes..

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:51 pm

How To Lose Weight

Saturday, December 10, 2005

1) Become a TP student

2) Eat a particular sh*tty food from one of their canteens (I won't mention which one) and get food poisoning.

PS: Dear Projectmates, because of the importance of every single group member, I urge you all to remember that the food I ate that day was also the same day this picture was taken (by Lena):




Hours before the pain...


While on attachment for the past 11 weeks, I had put on almost 7 frigging kg!

Now, after the first week of school I had lost 6kg already and am still losing, thanks to my last 2 days of non-stop crapping.

Mum says its impossible to lose that much. I asked her to be a TP student and get food poisoning, then she'd know whether it's possible. She says I'm nuts.

I think my body reaction is abit retarded. It feels like someone punched me in the guts for the first two days and I lose all appetite. In fact, I don't even know what's going on because it doesn't seem to be any form of food poisoning without vomitting and diarrhoea.

But it hurts, so much, that on Friday I went to see a doctor instead of attending the lecture of everyone's favourite Marketing lecturer. Doc recommended that I get an ultrasound because at first he suspected there might be something wrong with my womb or something. I was like "Oh gawd, I have menstrual cramps every month and they're saying it's not bad enough."

After ultrasound-ing every available organ in my abdomen, the results were pretty good. Nothing's wrong (thus the eventual conclusion of retarded food poisoning).

In fact, be proud for you shall see a part of me that others have never seen before. ... My kidney..




Maybe I'm being sensitive but do you see a girl's face in the ultrasound? EERIE SH*T!

In fact, if you want me to be more specific, it is my left kidney. You can't see much though. I must say, I really don't know how those medic professionals actually tell what is wrong with you just by these blurred pics. Which explains why I suck at Science anyway.

That aside.. I would like to talk about something else. My divorce proceedings with Ric Oh has been finalised. I'm now officially married.. to my toilet bowl.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:25 pm