Love is spending $1.90 to buy a little 'bu dao ong' doll for Joon Joon, and being contented to see her pay attention to it for a total of 3 seconds, and then totally ignoring it after that.
Today's the first pic I'm uploading taken by the W800, therefore, aptly named as Bao Bei.
And yes, quite obviously, I went out with Joanna today. And Junwei as well, who refused to be in any of the pictures. So there, it looked like only two girls went out.
By the way, within the next few weeks, there will be a day outing to Pulau Ubin. Cycling, obviously, so if you lack that certain skill.. TOO BAD!!!!!!! Na na na na naaa!!!.. Just kidding. We can always rent double-bike. The only trouble you'd encounter would be finding a partner since double-bikes have no gears and we're talking about uneven terrain here.
I'm inviting all people irregardless of race/age/clique you belong to (don't care is ex-bendemeerian or TP grad or (ex/current)TTG-ian or whatever). Dates would be confirmed soon but it definitely will not fall between days of 7-15th March.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:53 pm
Welcome back Sony Ericsson
Monday, February 27, 2006
Was having dinner today, and chewing away at the drumstick. Since Joon was getting impatient because Chubby's face was blocking her cage's paranormic view of the dining room, she started calling madly. I decided to eat faster.
I was stacking my plates up to bring it to the kitchen when Mum said that I was so wasteful because there was still alot of remaining meat on the drumstick. She said something like "What will Xiang's mother think of you if she sees you eating like that? So wasteful!"
So I continued chewing away at it, with Mum remarking "Wa, say you like that you really go eat up everything. So guai ar."
We then went up to my parents' bedroom. "Cin, since you so guai hor, why not like that la, you let mummy use your new phone, mummy give you the 6680 lor."
"Noooooo!" I said. And yes, I just bought the phone this afternoon. 2 Megapix wor, and I am not the only one who will benefit from it. All of you too.
To think back, it was really cool, for that few days where everyone in the family was using Nokia 6680.
It's a good phone, from my point of view.
But to Dad, who decided to sell it away after using for only 5 days, it's, in his words, "big, bulky, slow and stupid."
So, for little over a week, it was Dad, Mum, bro, his gf Grace, Xiang, and I who were using 6680 altogether.
Dad was the first to change. Then my bro and Grace (I assume they are always using the same model together), then next was Xiang and I.
Now, mum is making noise, saying she wants to change and use the same couple phone with Dad. So... ladies and gentleman...
The bottomline is:
I have a superb tiptop condition Nokia 6680 for sale at only $450. Price is not negotiable as you can NEVER find, anywhere in Singapore, a tiptop phone at this price. Comes with the whole standard package shit, and *unfilled warranty
*has shop stamp but date of purchase is unfilled. This info is just for the noobs who don't understand.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 8:03 pm
We Love Myojo!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Myojo is the brand of instant noodles that I grew up eating.
I remember when I was young and abit of chilli would have left my eyes tearing already, so whenever Mum made instant noodles, mine had only oyster sauce added, with the two packets of seasoning (one's some type of brown powdery thing, the other is like chilli oil) excluded.
Those two extra packets from mine would go to Dad's since he's a chilli-lover, and I would watch in awe as he eats his noodles. There was no air-con that time, so he would really perspire as he eats and my eyes would be as big as golfballs.
As I grew up, I was able to 'take chilli', as most Singaporeans are raised to, and now I proudly am able to tolerate having both that packet of seasoning added into my instant noodles.
Sure we always TRIED to change instant noodle brands, but somehow we would always end up buying back Myojo's brand, the Char Mee flavour. It is very recognisable by the black part of its packaging that borders the entire thing.
I've had friends who came over to my place, loved the instant noodles, and bought it just to stock up their homes with it too. I LOVE MYOJO!
And last night was no exception. I think I'm so addictted that I have to eat at least one packet everyday for breakfast or supper. Yea, don't bring down my super high mood with MSG facts and figures and what it can do to your hair. I do try to cut down but sometimes it ends up with me eating more packets when I succumb to temptation.
Joon, however, was on my shoulder too last night as I held the plate to my mouth and just slurped the noodles. I was watching TV and didn't want to look down into my food thus the weird posture.
But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Joon looking at what I was trying to do.
As I swallowed the mouthful I was chewing, I lifted the plate up to my mouth again and halfway there, Joon held onto the plate and wouldn't let go.
Then I could feel that she was trying to use her legs to stand at the edge of the plate.
Amused, I laughed out loud, put down the plate at the table behind, then walked towards the TV where Joon's cage was.
She stepped up onto my fingers and I put her back into the cage right beside her food bowl where she promptly started eating straight away.
"If you want to eat, you eat yours, don't eat mine." I childed in Mandarin as she continued eating. It was then I heard laughter behind me.
I turned around and saw my Mum holding on to my half-eaten bowl, and she said "I thought you didn't know I was eating!"
I said "Of course I didn't know! I was talking to Joon!"
Think there's a Chinese saying for this. 'One stone hit two birds'. My mother must be a big bird. LOL!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:45 am
Regardless of Race, Language or Religon
Saturday, February 25, 2006
"So as to achieve happiness, prosperity and progress for our nation"
Today's the cremation of Singapore's first foreign minister, and former Deputy Prime Minister, Mr. S Rajaratnam. It also happens to be his 91st birthday today.
It's true when they say that our generation hardly know him. In fact, I only know about him upon his death. But that aside, we actually all 'know' his contribution, because every morning after the national anthem, the pledge that we recite was written by him.
I personally think that the pledge is important because it sets a kind of 'base' that we gradually see our country as.
It was also the second time on TV (first time for us though) that we caught our very first Prime Minister, Lee Kuan Yew, shed tears. Just to satisfy your curiousity, the first time it happened was when he announced the separation of Singapore and Malaysia. Tears of joy? Or tears of uncertainty? Hahaha, Ok, I'm just kidding.
I don't know about you all but once I see someone cry on TV, I usually would follow suit. I can't imagine how it would be like if a good friend of mine died. Gawd, that would suck.
To end it all, thank you for everything that you have done for us Mr. Rajaratnam.
*And yes, if you were wondering, I DID try to find a photo of him to put here but it's too difficult to find a formal nice one*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:16 pm
The People's Budget
Friday, February 24, 2006
Since the budget reward system is for everyone, I guess we should call it the People's Budget instead. Instead of some official boring-sounding name like Government Budget bla bla bla 2005/2006.
Without a doubt, the way we all are going to receive our rewards would differ, depending on our financial status. To be more specific, if I am not wrong, it would be depending on the size of the house we live in.
Tell me a more UNFAIR way to reward people other than using the type of house they live in. Why not go by their cars? Why not go by any other shit things? Why must it be house?
Maybe they should at least divide the house space among how many family members are living together under the same roof. Because if you do so, I think the size for mine is a one-room HDB flat, what with living with my parents, sibling, grandparents and grandaunt, dogs, turtle and bird whom we all closely regard as a vital part of our family.
Look at the Serangoon murder case. S-Class Mercedez wor. And not only that, they are also going to get more $ from the government because they live in a 3-room HDB flat. My butt has not even touched the seat of an S-Class Mercz before.
As Pap was saying over dinner, if you want to look for the newest cars in Singapore, go to a HDB carpark. Older cars belong to Condo owners and landed housing.
It is a conspiracy!
Let's now have a fast change of subject.
I'm not a alcohollically-inclined person, but one thing I do know is a particular cocktail drink called The Singapore Sling, supposedly invented in the Long Bar of Raffles Hotel many many many many years ago.
It is considered an international drink I guess, and I feel that it is through this drink that many other people in other countries got to know about the word 'Singapore'. I believe some of them don't even know it's called a country.
Just like when I was watching the Winter Olympics that day and I saw this country called Latvio or something like that. It was the first time I even knew that country existed. My mind just kept bringing me to that football club called Lazio which I am DEADLY SURE did not originate from Latvio.
Anyway, years ago when I was playing Diablo, and I mean Diablo ONE. Not the newer Diablo 2 expansion bla bla bla game, it was only polite for players to ask where each other was from.
There were a few differing kinds of response I get from them.
1) Never heard of it before. Where is that?
2) Which part of USA is that?
3) Which part of China is that?
I'm quite used to option 3, although I honestly don't feel that Singapore is a very chinese-sounding word, especially when the word Singa came from the Malay language meaning 'Lion'.
Times have changed indeed. Unfortunately, bands like Slipknot earlier on had still thought that Singapore was in China where they declared on their website that their concert venue was at: Fort Canning, Singapore, China.
Of course, the error was later corrected, but not before alot of people complained.
So, why did I mention the Singapore Sling. I tried to search the internet of why and how and who influenced the drink, because when I was watching a K-drama, called Ai Qing Da Fan Dian, this hotel manager was teaching this girl (acted by Han Zhi En of Full House) the more popular cocktails, Singapore Sling was also featured.
Isn't that cool? That's about the remotely CLOSEST that K-dramas come to mentioning about our part of the world.
In the show, the guy was explaining the history behind each drink and how they came about. I noticed some of the drinks were influenced by the sunsets of their particular countries, but I wasn't paying attention to what he said about Singapore Sling because Mum was rattling "Eh! They saying our Singapore drink!"
Well, I wouldn't be surprised, you know, if Singapore Sling's red colour was influenced by the colour of sunset, because, if you even bother to notice, we do have very beautiful sunsets too!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:37 pm
CK and HP Cameras
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I've learnt that CK and handphone cameras DO NOT go together.
The first time he tried to take a photo was during Jeff Ho's lecture. We all know that it would have been confiscated since most schools have sensitive issues with students taping/filming down lessons, but no, we love Jeff Ho's lessons and we would never intend to do anything malicious *evil laughter*.
But anyway, because of pure plain curiousity, CK was trying out my phone's camera when he decided to take a beautiful picture of Mr. Ho instead.
Unfortunately, CK wasn't aware that the camera flash was on. What was supposed to be a secretly taken picture (CK, I know you have a crush on Mr. Ho!), turned out to be a big flashy affair.
Of course Mr. Ho noticed. He just pretended not to. The flash doesn't have to be those pro kind to even be noticed. Besides, none of us wear bling blings to school that is big enough to flash like that.
The next time that CK was even allowed to touch my camera, was when he, Sau Mun, and I were on our way back from Seven-11 after being slaves to the others since we had to buy their food for them.
Because the sun was shining from the sea, CK was entrusted, onec again with the task of taking pictures. One which failed miserably.
This time I double-checked to make sure the flash was off, otherwise you'd see three white ghastly faces.
I then handed my precious Gu Niang (the name I gave to the handphone to describe its fragility and value) to CK.
This time, instead of taking pictures.. he MIRACULOUSLY took a video instead.
I am flabbergasted!
Thus, the only photo taken was by CINDY who was holding on to the camera:
Smaller Version is spoilt.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:00 pm
'Anytime Anyway'
That was the creative message for our client, Chinatown Food Corp. However, I find that this slogan was similar to Mediacorp's broadband TV commercial. You know, the one featuring this school girl who apparently got a red 49/100 for her exam/test.
That campaign's slogan was Anytime, AnyWHERE.
I find it ridiculous. What? People fail their test/exam and you encourage them to sign up with your broadband TV to watch your shows. I guess for their next commercial they ought to show her NEXT exam/test paper that shows 20/100.
HA! HA! HA!
Well, anyway, the slogan mentioned also refers to baby Joon. I guess just like humans and babies, birds and chicks have different sleeping times.
What Joon does now is eat, shit, and sleep everywhere.
In my hand...
Behind my neck...
On my 'eye mask' pillow...
On my collar (he almost fell off few seconds later because that sleeping position was too unbalanced and he slipped forward)...
On the living room chair...
Under my armpits...
and behind Miffy's ear.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:43 pm
Bird Lady
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Joshua bought Glory over last weekend. Glory was as cute as usual. Sweet, gentle and always craving to be scratched at the neck (a weird place to want someone to scratch). Maybe it's because I always associate bird necks with the way chickens are slaughtered, thus to me, birds necks are super sensitive areas that they would only let a person whom they trust alot, to touch.
However, having been weeks, Glory's 'stereo-tuning' gurgle in his throat became a shorter higher-pitch chirp that sounds like Joon's baby voice. It sounds so much cuter I tell you.
As anticipated by most of you, we put both birds together, and let them meet each other at the top of Glory's cage since Glory's cage is huge and tall, and putting it on the table means that the cage was a little higher than our waists, providing with a great eye-level to keep the birds under scrutiny.
Including Joshua's parents and my own mother (the rest of relatives were playing mahjong), there was a total of five of us making sure that nothing goes too wrong between the two birds, afterall, it's been mentioned in millions of lovebird-related websites that lovebirds are small birds with big bird attitudes.
Glory was busy preening his fathers when Joon was put on the cage. Immediately, Joon ran towards Glory and I thought she wanted to take a closer look at the bigger bird.
Things seem to happen like those slow-motion kungfu movies. Gradually as Joon reached Glory (yes, the cage is big so she took certain time to reach Glory), Joon opened her beak and went for Glory's precious neck.
Glory reacted, of course, by trying to bite back but very soon we had two birds on the hands of two different persons who were standing nearer to each bird.
Everyone was looking at Glory to check if he was okay and all. I took Joon over from my uncle and reprimanded it, not like it understand anyway.
I heard that the louder you talk to parrots, the more excited they get, thus when they bite you, no matter how painful (bigger parrots have enough strength to snap a broomstick in two, let's not talk about the visuals it can do to fingers, flesh and bones), you must not scream out loud in pain or give a huge reaction because the birds would subsequently bite again just to get the kick out of seeing your dramatic response.
I wagged my finger in front of Joon's face and she gave me that stupid innocent babybird look again. Dogs have the talent of giving you adorable melting puppy eyes. Birds have the ability to give you a dumbfounded look. If my life is a comic strip, Joon would constantly have question marks all over her head.
Pretty soon, she was turning her head here and there, looking at her surrounding environment because she is hardly brought to our living room, always being placed on the chair at the dining room instead.
Glory, at that time, was so perturbed by Joon that he started biting everyone including Joshua. But it was just those baby bite, not the kind that has the intention of severing your fingers. I must say, at the end of that night, Glory had taken his revenge because he pooped on me. Twice.
But so did Joon on Joshua. In total, Joon only poo-ed on me once. Joon has hardly poo-ed on me unless I absent-mindedly left him on my shoulder for more than a certain time. I guess birds CHOOSE not to poo on their owners.
After I had just finished lecturing Joon, I left her on my index finger while I watched Joshua who was fussing over Glory who was fussing over him own feathers.
Suddenly, Joon took off and flapped her wings. With her pathetic flight feathers, she still managed to carry herself all the way to Joshua and even landed on Glory, which caused Glory to flap his freak out since the way Joon landed was with claws down first.
It looked like the way eagles dive down to catch those barnyard mice, claws down, wings spread out, except Joon was SO MUCH SMALLER than the 'mouse' called Glory.
I eventually gave up the idea of trying to re-introduce them together.
Lovebirds will be lovebirds.
In fact, I think they don't really know how small they actually are! Judging from the first time I put Joon and Chubby together...
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:42 am
Vinegar Miracles
Monday, February 20, 2006
The first time I really came into contact with vinegar was when I was Primary 6. It was for some stupid science experiment. When I was 12, I don't cook (When I am 19, I also don't), so when Ms. Choo asked us to go over table by table to check out the vinegar (smell and look only), I removed the stupid cover and inhaled deeply.
The horrid stench made my eyes tear and I vowed that when I learned to cook, I shall never ever use vinegar again.
Eight years later and that stupid value I held has changed dramatically.
Other than making food taste great (Oh no, sounding like Gary's blog, I shall differ away from food then), vinegar also has it's other uses.
And these other uses was discovered through everyone's favourite lovebird, Joon Joon Lim, though everyone is starting to call him/her/it, Junior.
Ya, as you might have guessed I have't took Joon to the vet to determine his/her/it's sex because I don't want to pay consultation fee just to find out about that. Not like I want to breed him/her/it you know, but from today, let's all just assume it's a girl.
One very troublesome thing of keeping a bird is cleaning the bird cage.
I think bird poo is one of the most disgusting-looking things in the world, so every morning once I wake up to take Joon out to play, I'd clean her cage as well. There is this particular standing stick for the bird to stand on while she eats, and it has alot of lines running across it for friction purposes I guess.
However, when it comes to cleaning poo stains off those horizontal lines, I am thoroughly disgusted. Even if you use those power spray to rinse off the poo without touching it, you'd still have to use your fingernails to really dig at the area between the lines in order to totally get rid of it.
Touching bird poo early in the morning is definitely not on any of my year's Christmas list or New Year resolution.
Thus, here comes vinegar. Depending on the concentration you want (1/4 vinegar, 3/4 water is enough), put it in those spray can. I then sprayed it all over the stupid standing stick and leave it rotting in the sink for like 5 minutes while I feed Oscar.
Once I'm back, all I had to do was put it under running tap and VIOLA! Everything you don't want is off.
Not only that, vinegar acts as a safe cleaning agent for those who have sensitive pets or very young cildren at home.
Ok, I shall add in other uses of vinegar that I've found from all over the internet:
- If you have problems with ants and other insects invading your home, they are probably crossing your doors/window sills, baseboards etc. If you 'pour' vinegar across the opening sill, it stops them from coming in. For some reason, they won't cross it.
- For choked-up drainage, just pour white vinegar (some websites mention boiling/hot vinegar) into the kitchen bathroom sinks and showers. Works wonders and has NO toxic.
- This advice is weird, but it was recommended that singers drink a shot of Vinegar down as quickly as possible (no water allowed as the vinegar effects won't work). Vinegar acts as throat 'cleanser' and instantly cleans your vocal cords, making them sound clearer and stronger instantly.
- Rusty screws can be solved by letting it sit in vinegar solution for over 24 hours.
- Oh, this advice came too late after Valentine's Day. After putting your fresh flowers into a water vase, add abit of vinegar into the water to keep them fresher, longer.
- Can be sprayed on pet's coat to keep it glossy and flea-free.
- Can be used as pimple cream or hand cream as it locks moisture in.
*All must mix with water. Not concentrated!*
Ok. I'm sick of typing out the advice because I myself am fascinated at the ones I'm seeing now. Blog again soon! :)
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:36 pm
Conversing with iGod
Sunday, February 19, 2006
I'm a very frank person. So when Manda introduced me to this website (all in the name of humour!!), that supposedly 'allows' you to talk to god, I jumped at the chance and immediately made my demands clear.
Ans: Speak in REALLY DEEP voice. Maybe.. like Xiang's...
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:34 pm
Joon Joon
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Judging by the weight of my wallet, I shall have countless time to update my blog for the rest of this week. Let me first begin by introducing another new member of the family, Joon Joon.
Joon Joon was a name taught up by both Xiang and I. It sounds very Korean, but it's not, because if we wanted a Korean name, we would have named it something like Han Zhi En, or Lee Ying Zai (main characters of the world's best drama, Full House).
Joon Joon was actually a shortform name of my favourite dwarf hamster, Junior, that Mervyn Chew had given me ten thousand years ago when I was still studying in Bendemeer Sec and staying at Boon Teck Tower.
Junior was my only hamster that had the ability to respond to its name. It also is the name that makes Chubby's ears perk up because Chubby is absolutely fascinated and intrigued by hamsters (thus, all hamsters to Chubby, are called Junior/Joon Joon).
Wow, till now I haven't told all of you what Joon Joon is. Bet you're dying of curiousity. But I'm sure some lazy arse spoilers would have scrolled down to see this post's pictures already and have guessed that Joon Joon is none other than a lovebird.
True, no doubt what I wanted to get was a Cockatiel, after being influenced first by my cousin, Joshua, then the lady who accompanied me through my darkest TP day (of broken slippers in THIS POST), Louisa.
Unfortunately, when I was at the bird shop at Ang Mo Kio Ave 4 that the whole world recommended me to go, there were only two cockatiel babies.
One's a pearl-face, very Harry Potter owl look, which means it looks absolutely stunning (so is the price tag as it is way beyond my budget and double the price of the more common Lutino Cockatiel).
The other Cockatiel there is a grey body one. With the grey almost merging with the yellow colour of its head. I assume all of you know how a Cockatiel looks like what with the photos and camera footage I have provided.
But I am pretty sure that some of you sure will still forget how a Cockatiel looks like so here goes:
The grey one was abit.. I don't know. The grey patches it had all over its body didn't had any particular 'pattern' to it. It's just as if another bird had sh*tted all over it or something. And it had a weird growth on one side of its face. The lady at the shop told me it was just dirt, but the second time I went back, which was almost a week later, that 'dirt' was still there.
Xiang then thought that the lovebirds looked awesome and that I should maybe change my mind instead. Lovebirds can't talk. Well, I've seen webpages that claimed SOME lovebirds can, but it is rare. I don't really need a talking bird. I'm also quite sure that if I did buy a talking one, it would become a talking HOKKIEN bird.
The lady (she served me both times that I was at the shop and yet I didn't ask for her name. Sheesh!) was kind enough to take out one out of the three lovebirds there and put it in my hand. Unfortunately, it flew away.
I was very saddened because I expected a tame bird, one that is tame enough to stand on your finger and look around the way Glory did. So when I left the shop after my first visit, I was apprehensive about getting a lovebird that doesn't want me :(.. or getting a ugly cockatiel, haha.
However on my second visit, do you know what that 'ugly' Cockatiel did? There is this kinda herb thingy that they placed in all the bird cages in the shop. It's for the birds to eat and play around with, and it resembles those wheat plant, longish and grassy.
That particular ugly Cockatiel was trying to squeeze that herb out of the grills of its cage to pass it to me.
Can you imagine WHAT A CUTE SIGHT that was?
Xiang saw that I was becoming more and more attached to that particular tiel, so he half-pulled half-dragged me two cages away to where the lovebird cages are.
The same lady who was there recognised us and took out another lovebird to put it into my hand. And that lovebird was Joon Joon, who didn't fly away at all. Instead of using my hands to cup around it to prevent it from getting away like the one from the previous week's, it just stood there when I let go of it.
Instantly, my heart was melting. Xiang was glad. So was the lady. And the rest was history.
So ladies and gentlemen, here's Joon Joon the lovebird, who was recently weaned, and right now at this moment as I type, is sleeping inside my pocket. Let's all hope it doesn't sh*t in there.........
I am honestly trying to take a picture of Joon Joon in daylight, but it's very difficult as the little bugger is sleeping most of the time, or else fooling around by trying to fly everywhere.
But one really sweet thing is that this bird really kept my hands full.
It always falls asleep when I hold it like that. Guess I provide it with a great sense of security huh? Unlike my stupid boyfriend who doesn't even dare to go near it. Xiang hates it when Joon Joon flies to my bed because he is worried that the bird would do its birdy business and stain the bedsheets.
I almost died crying when Joon Joon flew to my bed(for the 100th time) while I was cleaning its cage.
"Cin! Ask Joon Joon get off!" he whined for the 1000th time while playing Diablo on my computer.
"You ownself take la!" I said. I was rather pissed because I was trying to wipe off stubborn bird shit stains on the bird toy that I bought for Joon Joon, and there that idiot was, waiting for online players to enter his created game to trade, and yet not wanting to help.
He walked off to the bed. "Joon! Come, get off!"
Joon seemingly understood and flapped its little wings to take off. It flapped its wings and I saw Xiang jump up cos he thought Joon Joon was going to fly towards him.
Can you imagine? Like Xiang's height and the little baby bird has such a strong contrast!!
Today is only the third day I had Joon Joon. I am still trying to really understand it, its eating habits, behavioural patterns etc, and trying to learn new things from Joshua and his parents, as well as Louisa.
In fact, I am currently STILL trying to understand Oscar the terrapin that I had for 5 years...
and the stupid sticky situations he always gets himself into...
First, I will try to understand why, like me, Joon Joon loves Miffy. You should see it squeezing its head in between Miffy's ears. But when it realised she can't get through, she just fell asleep right there and then:
Yup, it really IS sleeping..
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:43 pm
THAT Stupid Ghost Face
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
The first time I received it was when I was still a Bendemeer Secondary student, which, I am right to say, a very long time ago. In fact, I think they study it at the Sec 2 standards during History lesson.
Some idiot, don't let me recall who are you, sent it to me.
I'm sure all of you have come across it before. There you are concentrating on the game/picture/whatever on your computer screen and all of a sudden, this hideous ghostly face pops out and seemingly 'flies towards you', with even added sound effect.
Maybe it is coincidence but most of the people I know that first came across this stupid trick had their speakers switched on quite loud.
But what was so different about this is not what game/picture we were concentrating on when viewing the picture. It was what was our reaction.
Xiang told me his reaction was:
"I just shocked la! Then faster close the thing."
My reaction was more scary. I'm such a wimp. It was at my dad's computer and his com table is the type with the keyboard on a drawer, kinda like the ones in TP.
I was concentrating on the picture trying to look for "The ghost in the picture" when suddenly this stupidg host figure with long hair 'flew out' of the photo.
I wanted to grab the keyboard and run off.
But I think this kid's reaction is classic. And yes, I agree that his Father is such a jerk.
*Video has been removed because it always auto-plays resulting in most of you asking me "What sound is that on your blog?".*
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:55 am
Do I look very free to you?
Monday, February 13, 2006
Cos I'm not! Graduation doesn't mean I have more time to myself. In fact, I think I've become a slave to my dogs, Cody (the lobster), and Oscar (the turtle, in case you all forget!).
Now, a brief 4 paragraph update on Cody and Oscar, since they hardly get mentioned here.
Due to my maid rearranging some of my room stuff, I could not find the anti-chlorine bottle. Thus, when I changed Cody's water, all the guppies that I put in for him to catch and eat (if he's capable enough), died. As a result, Cody (who was UNHARMED) became one very lucky lobster and fed on the dead fish, or the remains of what he can lay his claws on since I cleared the dead fishes once I saw it floating around.
Thankfully, a few days ago, I realised that the stupid anti-chlorine chemical was RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME all the while, at the balcony, instead of the balcony's side bench, thus, the remaining guppies were saved. Unfortunately, remaining guppies= 1 remaining guppY.
Now, Oscar, what can I say about that little jerk that I vowed never to dump into the reservoir.. Well, the past few nights have been a rather rainy wind-swept one, causing my entire balcony as well as the towel that I hang there to be completely drenched. Whenever that happens, Oscar the water-hater, takes it upon himself to knock my balcony door.
He doesn't really knock of course, because I have to remind you that Oscar, intelligent as he is, does not have knuckles. Rather, he tries to climb into my room by knocking repeatedly into the sliding door, causing the edge of the shell to really make a loud rap against the glass. That's louder than my mother knocking my door to wake me up!
Meanwhile, upon some after-graduation reflection, I realised one of the reasons why our IMC presentation was rather smooth-flowing. Brown Cows (aka my groupmates), this is why:
Isn't that sweet?
In a very fast turn of subject, I've realised one thing that always happens to me. After a major examination or after project presentations, I find that I can't control myself. I MUST rearrange the furniture in my room.
I think everyone of you should do that. You don't really ahve to rearrange the furniture since if you do not have a brain as creative and flexible as mine, it IS very difficult, however, you can CLEAN UP your room. How many of you really bothered to do that before the new year? I do it AFTER.
And that is only because I'm feeling guilty. When I go house-hopping and I see all my relatives and their super clean house, I feel so immensely guilty that immediately once I reach home, I start throwing out everything and anything, even important stuffs that I am still using, resulting in the I-Want-To-Stab-Myself-in-the-Brain Syndrome.
Bottomline: Clean your room. It does make a difference. Or, if you want to do it in Cindy's Cheating Method, throw everything away in your drawer that you haven't touched for the past 6 months. And everything that is on the table, you put it into your drawer ;)
Anyway, here's a picture of my super duper messy room before I started rearranging:
It's so messy that you feel like dropping dead once you step in. As a relative of mine hinted when she visited my room "Wa! Cindy, your room is so cluttered!"
Having graduated also means that I bond more with the dogs. Meaning the dogs would be more inclined to follow me around the house especially when my parents are not at home. So, when the Great Rearrangement was taking place, Didi and Chubby was hanging out in my room too. Unfortunately, though they are guys, they weren't doing a thing to help me.
Well, the only thing they contributed was to block my way till I had to throw Chubby on the bed and a cushion under the table so Didi would sleep there and STAY THERE.
Early on today's Sunday morning, everyone morphed into the dogs' servants.
I used the flea/tick comb that I bought from this previous trip to the Animal Farm with GEOFFREY, Manda and Melia (See Post HERE. It not only helps catch the fleas and ticks on a dog, it also removes those stray hairs on Kilo that always sticks out and flies around the air when you pat his back a little too hard.
The end result? A very happy-looking Labrador Retriever.
Now, the next picture is a picture of perfect family bliss.
Didi taking a haircut, like a little baby, with Dad, Mum, and my dad's mistress in the background.
After that went to Xiang's house to bai nian. What kind of sh*tty person am I, to only visit my boyfriend's family on the last day of the Chinese New Year!!!!
Chubby went too, though. Parents were nice enough to drive me there in the sweltering Singapore heat.
It was kinda silly. You know how old Chubby is. His sight and hearing is no longer as it used to be, so he didn't know that I had alighted from the car at Xiang's house (because he climbed in front to sit with my mum to enjoy the better scenery). It was until when the car reached home that he realised I went missing and almost went bonkus.
When I came home from my grandaunt's dinner later that night, there was EVEN MORE pampering in store for Chubby and Didi. After carrying Chubby around to pacify him since he almost hyperventilated from being too happy that I'm finally home, he finally fell into deep slumber.
If you think Chubby looks tired enough, Didi is worse. He looked practically dead when he fell asleep in my arms!!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:09 am
Our Last Presentation
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Yes. Everyone (in our project group) were wearing aprons for the last presentation. What better way to make it memorable. Being sniggered at by everyone who passed by us along the corridor. How dare you laugh at your seniors! Maybe next time you have to do a presentation on Ghostbusters and you have to dress up like the Marshmallow Man!
See by then who laugh at who. HMMPF!
We went to Sakae to eat after that. It was a great timing because we finished our presentation at around 3pm. That was the time where the buffet starts. I don't know about the rest in the group but for me, this Sakae buffet thing was something that I had been looking forward to all week ever since it was decided on that we would eat together as a form of celebration after the last presentation.
I was so determined to eat till I drop, or eat till Sakae pok (bankrupts). Unfortunately, neither happened, though the former almost did.
Now I am in love with Chuka Hotate, whatever that really meant in Japanese, but it's the name they state on the menu. I like it so much, when I went to this supermarket that sells sort of imported Jap stuff (caters to Jap expats in SG), I saw the packet of Chuka Hotate wrapped up with those plastic, and immediately took it up to sniff at it.
Manda was with me that day and she thought my actions were ridiculous until I used the packet to fan at her so she could smell the wonderful sesame seasoning. Thinking about it made me drool. Unfortunately, something happened that made me not feel like eating Chua Hotate for the next two....... days.
When I was ordering Chuka Hotate, I asked Yanling, Peizhen and Gary (Lena didn't go as she had dental appointment. Stupid dentist!) whether they wanted to eat it as well so we could order it all together. What I clearly remembered was that they all nodded their heads.
So I ordered a set for everyone and two for myself since I am the Queen of Chuka Hotates.
In the end, when the order finally reached, everyone took one miserable piece and said they didn't feel like eating it anymore, so I had to finish up the rest.
No fun I tell you. By the time I finished it was a wonder how I managed to still squeeze in some other foods before flying the white flag.
The good thing however, was that we managed to digest it all off by walking around the place. We had lunched at the Simei branch, where, as some of you can remember, the overly-priced Pet Safari is located.
There was this cute Shetland Sheepdog over there, though not as handsome as my Didi. Let's call her She-Di.....
Wow, if you say her name real fast, it actually sounds like sh*tty. I leave that up to your imagination.
She went abit crazy and we were amazed at what a bundle of energy the little thing was. I still think I prefer old dogs.
Next, after almost two hours of walking around in Pet Safari, I decided not to go home empty-handed. It's been a long time since I bought treats for my dogs, so bought a bone for each of them.
When I reached home, I thought that it was more reasonable for me to give Kilo's first. If you think Chubby is getting old and slow and blind, you are waaay wrong.
It seems that when it comes to dog treats, he's the most alert. I had barely gotten the big bone of Kilo's out of the wrapper when Chubby immediately took it and tried to run away.
I said 'tried' because it was too heavy he couldn't run very fast. In a matter of seconds I caught him but he refused to let go of the big bone that was obviously much too big for him.
This dog never fails to amaze me even though he's going on to ten.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:28 am
Abit of Driving here and there.. and GRADUATION
Friday, February 10, 2006
You notice how rare I talk about my driving lessons?
I think I'd abit about it here.
Well, I suppose that I have one of the more interesting private driving instructor around.
This once I was driving and it was already quite dark. Lights were on and all, and my young and alert eyes could spot the cyclist that was cycling just beside my car. Well, not MY car but the car I was driving.
My instructor pointed the cyclist out to me, and I overtook him with relative ease.
"You either drive slowly behind them, or you faster overtake before you reach a junction." He explained, before I stopped at the junction cos the lights had turned red.
Words of wisdom. I nodded my head and off I started again as the green lights came on.
"Now why do you think sometimes you don't see him behind?" He asked. "Cos I knocked him down?" I told him.
"No. Cos he is already beside your vehicle."
"Ok...." I replied.
And then he continued "But if you turn your head and you don't see him there then he is under the car already."
........ Well, isn't it good that this teacher is keeping things interesting?
I look forward to every driving lesson.
Anyway, people, cheer up. Just a look down my MSN contacts and I see all you TP-ians with sad nicks. Three years is a short time, indeed. I will definitely miss TP even though I always complain and badmouth about it. Will miss meeting all of you occasionally during lectures, in the canteen, and even in the toilet at times!
To reflect, back there were so many stupid funny memories that we had in school. Like walking to that silly Kopitiam that we affectionately nicknamed as Techno (due to their choice of music that they play there), and if we were dismissed early enough, we would even pop over to Macdonald's for breakfast. Watching stupid movies in Century Square, and rushing around in the com labs to print out our projects at the very last minute, and rushing to (the then) Ultra Supplies to queue up and bind for the project when it is already 30 seconds away from the deadline.
And we'd all definitely miss the stupid school building of course, where everywhere gets wet during heavy rain, especially when you walk to the middle of the concourse and the stupid strong winds mess up your hair.
Just a series of photos taken during our short time with TP.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:58 am
Last Day Tomorrow
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
In a flash, tomorrow's my last day as a TP student. And it would end with a 15 minute IMC presentation.
Just received a call from Joanna just now. Apparently TTG is looking for a temporary staff to work till June, and the first person she called to ask was ME. Needless to say, you all already know my answer. If any of you should be interested, let me know and I'd tell Joanna to arrange everything else.
Meanwhile, for today's Entrepreneur, we kinda relaxed abit. Our special guest for today's presentation is Wu Di.
Had lunch with Peizhen and Gary and while we were walking out of business school, we passed by one of the carts by the Retail Management students. One of it was selling OPI nail polish. I am so sure that if Manda knew she would definitely buy. Alot.
I was holding on to the boards that we would be showing for IMC presentation tomrrow and the wind was quite strong. I turned my body to face the left to look at the cart when the wind blew the board further back and slapped Gary instead. I apologised and told him it's because of the wind, and he replied with a dull "I don't think so."
We then carried on walking out when Peizhen said something like "Can you imagine, after we come to school tomorrow, we won't be coming back? At least not for a long time until we want to get back our graduating cert, which is like monthsssss later."
That's like, WOW, I didn't thought of it. My mind and willpower was so intent to get my remaining shit in TP over and done with that I missed out that fact.
We're all guilty of such a thing, don't forget. Remember how we all felt when we were taking our last O'level paper? Hand up the paper, walk out of the school, and don't look back.
Anyway, I don't know how this escaped me but this is the video featuring the first time I held Glory when Josh and his parents brought him over:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:43 pm
How to scare away a girl (even if she's your best friend)
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Hard to find a girl game enough to tahan such teasing. But I guess if you're Luo Zhi Xiang, you can get away with ANYTHING.
PS: The 'Jiang Ge' they mentioned is Jolin's manager. In fact, if you look at the handphone carefully while Luo Zhi Xiang was holding it, it looks like it's ringing (Jiang Ge calling. Probably hoping that Xiao Zhu will pick it up so that he can blast him).
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:30 am
Last Rush of Madness
I don't know whether I'd be contiuing my studies at a University. But I'd try. Meanwhile, today is definitely the final day that I would ever be rushing for projects at Temasek Polytechnic.
It was madness. I mean, we've rushed for project deadlines before, but never to this extent. It was crazy because for the first time we had more than two projects due on the same day. In fact, it was double the amount. Yup. A total of four.
See. I told you the school thinks we're robots that don't sleep, eat, and assume that we do not keep dogs.
Today for Strategic Marketing, I was presenting these two theories called Porter's 5 Forces and Porter's Generic Model.
Obviously enough, these two theories were thought up by the same dude called Michael Porter. We all know during presentation you pass on to the next groupmate you have to do a little kind of introduction right? Like example "Now I'd hand things over to bla bla bla."
ONE of my groupmates (I leave it up to your guess) had to say "Now I'd pass on to my next groupmate, Mrs Porter."
I am disgraced. But at least I'm graduating.
Anyway, let me end today's post with a method to pass your project with flying colours:
get your dog to sit on it.
Especially powerful method in the year of the dog.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:23 am
My Childhood
Sunday, February 05, 2006
WARNIGN: SUPER SUPER SUPER LONG POST!
Today, my horoscope says that I would keep remininscing back to my childhood, and the things that happened when I was young that made me who I am today.
Oh, and by the way I am typing this on my mother's computer. Yes, the computer with occasional pop-ups appearing and disrupting my typing. Thus before I explode, I better type this as fast as possible.
My childhood memory started at our Eunos house. It was a temporary one because our house at Labu Manis was undergoing heavy renovations. It had two storeys where the bedrooms were upstairs and kitchen and living room was downstairs. At that time in my grandaunt's room, there was a dressing table where my dad's sisters put their makeup. They were all married already but I don't know what were their makeups still doing there.
I'm not sure how old I was, but I guess it was when a year or two after I had just learnt how to walk, cos I vaguely remembered celebrating my 3 or 4 year old birthday there. When Mum wasn't paying attention, I would climb up the staircase myself to that bedroom and put on makeup. I even remembered how I look like. The only make up I knew how to apply was the lipstick. I made myself look like a clown.
When Mum eventually realises that I was missing and found me, sometimes she would cane me. Sometimes she won't. Depends on her mood.
Eunos was also the house where we bought Bingo. I didn't follow because my parents and my brother disappeared early in the morning. I remembered that day well because at my age, they usually would not go anywhere without me even though my grandparents and grandaunt were living together with us.
I remembered standing on top of the sofa so that I can look out of the window and down at the busy traffic, hoping to see dad's car, though I probaby won't be able to recognise it anyway. Then I heard the sound of keys being inserted into the front door. My grandaunt shouted to me that mama and papa was home, so I dashed all the way there.
The door opened and there stood the three people I had been waiting for. But in between them was a cardboard box that was big enough to fit me in. And inside that cardboard box was a blardy big black dog looking back at me with his head tilted to one side.
I was horrified ever since that I did not dare to go near it. Being a small kid, you have no idea how big that kind of dog is to you. That big black dog, was our very first family dog, Bingo, the Belgian Shepherd dog. Dad got it as a guard dog for our new house (the one undergoing renovations). For the past 18 years I have always thought Bingo to be a German Shepherd, but yes, he's a Belgian. Sorry Bingo!! :D
When we finally moved into Labu Manis, Bingo was the happiest. I was quite happy too, because Dad installed air-con for the bedrooms there. At that time, Bingo was bigger, and he was tied to this really long leash, I think it was almost 10 metres long, and he was able to wander about most of the garden.
Labu Manis was a really cool house to grow up in. White walls, black roof, it seem almost out of some fantasy book. It was a square piece of land with the house right smack in the middle, which means we have a front yard, backyard and even sideyards!
It was in that very same garden also that I had learnt how to cartwheel and somersault. And, I had still kept at least 30cm away from Bingo because the mad dog had a tendency to want to jump on me, and ONLY me. Maybe because he thinks I'm so cute and small compared to the other humans of the house.
I will not forget that one day, while I was doing mass somersaulting (non-stop) in the garden, I somersault and when I sat right back up and wanted to do another one, I almost headbutted into a pile of fresh dog poo, courtesy of Bingo. It even has houseflies flying around it for some visual effect.
Pissed, I stopped what I was doing and decided to bug my grandpa. Could not find him anywhere until my ahma told me that while ah gong was repainting the gates, a dog had came up to him and bit him, so he went to the doctor to stitch up the wound.
I'm not sure whether it was a lie or whatever. My family tends to like to go one huge round just to make me stop asking them questions. Like the time Dad had to go overseas on a business trip, they told me he got into an accident and was in hospital. When Dad called back to talk to us, and when it was my turn to talk to him, I asked him whether it was painful and he said yes, it was very painful when the nurse was cleanig his wound.
I still don't know why they told me that instead of just telling me he went overseas. Probably because at that time I haven't actually realised that the world is bigger than Singapore.
Three years later, we shifted house again. This time to a house near East Coast. It was located at St. Patrick's Road. Another really nice place. And yes, in case you want to know, we do move house alot. But this house at Gambir, Dad has claimed, would be our last as well.
Apparently with so many things spoiling and so many times the roof has leaked, I am not sure whether he still holds true to his word.
The very first living thing to move into St. Patrick's was my dad's darling Aerowana fish. We had transported tank, fish and every necessary things almost a month prior to our official move in. It was placed outside of the house at the parking sheltered area against the wall that we share with our neighbours.
As a result of this, we had to go to St. Patrick's every night just to feed my dad's precious Aerowana. One day while feeding, a head popped out behind the tank. Turned out it was my new neighbour, Dennis, who was the same age as my brother. They got along very well, as well as neighbours could for the next 3-4 years that we stayed there. But sometimes the way my bro talks to Dennis was really abit rude to the point that I wanted to ask him to shut up. But of course, I didn't dare to or I might get whacked.
It was soon time to start looking for another house again because Dad could not tolerate the amount he had to spend on maintaining the stupid leaking roof. What's up with houses man! It's always the roof!
We sold the house within a month because it look so attractive that no one can resist. But the problem was we could not find a new one to move into. It took months but finally a penthouse in Boon Teck Tower (Balestier area), caught my parents' eye.
I hated that stupid condo. I had to change my school. I had to give away Bingo and this new cat that we had adopted from another neighbour. At that time I still hadn't gotten close to Bingo. Despite his age, he amazingly still had the interest to jump on me and lick all over my face. The closest I came was to pat his head and sit beside him while he was sleeping but not for long. All he had to do was to move his head a little or look around and I would be out of there and at least 3metres away from him.
But Bingo was a trained dog. We hired a trainer specially for him back at Labu Manis. It was on the last day before his new owners came to fetch him that I took Bingo for our first and last walk together. I never saw him again after that. We were a few houses away from home when suddenly another equally big dog, a stray, was walking towards us. I panicked, because if Bingo had really intended to go towards that big dog (to attack him or whatever), I knew there was no way I could stop it.
The following year on Bingo's birthday, we had driven to the new owner's house in the Bukit Timah area. Rang the doorbell but no one came to the gate. But when the doorbell was rang, a group of dogs in the house rushed out and barked at us, but among them, there was no Bingo. We called them up and they reluctantly told us that they had put Bingo to sleep because he was sick.
This teaches you a lesson. If you want to give away your pet to another person, no matter how rich that person is (he can be some self-claimed SPCA member, owns an island and a shipping company), it does not mean they can provide your dog with the best. Sometimes it's the feelings that count you know. Bingo was almost 9 when we gave him away. Maybe he fell sick and died after leaving us.
Dad himself said something like if he had known earlier, he wouldn't even mind bringing Bingo to Boon Teck Tower, whatever the Boon Teck Tower management there might say.
In fact, here's a picture of Bingo and our adopted cat, Snowy:
Even now, he looks huge. But he's just about the gentlest dog I've ever known. Ok, maybe not as gentle as Kilo when he starts his jumping thing on me.
Boon Teck Tower was the start of my teenage years. I'd talk about it another day.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:57 pm
Stressed Out Cindy
I never knew what stress could do to me.
But I think I know now.
I was doing project in my parents' room for the entire day since I woke up. I admit I had a few hours break when Xiang brought snacks over as his show of moral support. But he also came and took over the computer to play his favourite cannot-live-without game of Diablo.
He was playing Diablo when his phone rang and he just picked it up while concentrating on the game. I am stressed. And I needed an outlet. What more to make his life miserable. I was carrying Teddy, Wawa and my smelly pillow, so I mouthed the words "Help me hold.." He did help without thinking twice.
I turned back, went to my bed and collected Teddy the Second, Mr. Mogu and Barnie as well and passed it all to him.
Then I took my handphone and took a picture. It isn't very clear but it IS something, especially to the half the world out there knows that Xiang is so image-conscious.
After he went home at 10, I resumed the activity that all Year 3 TP Marketing students were engaging in: project-cheonging.
I don't know but I like to cheong project in my parents room. You know, in front of the parents, act like you very hardworking and all (it worked actually. They said they are going to reward me with a tour. I said I don't even mind going to Genting for gawd's sake! I'm willing to go anywhere just to get out of Singapore! Even JB!).
That aside, I was so engrossed in my project that suddenly my bladder screamed to my brain "I AM FRIGGING URGENT!"
Unwillingly, I pulled my eyes away from the computer screen and stood up, left hand scratching my stomach, right hand scratching the back of my head while stretching it backwards a little. Multitasking. Doing three things at a time.
Anyway, I opened the toilet door and closed it. And realised I was at the staircase landing. I turned around, opened the door again to walk back into the room, and closed it. Oh my gawd. I wanted to go to the toilet but I walked out of the bedroom instead!
Yup kids, that's what Global Marketing projects can do to your brain.
After that, Chubby said he wanted to pee. Well, I mean, his actions told me so because he kept whining at my feet. Brought him down and also spent some quality time with Kilo. Well, all of you know how I like to use my phone camera to take pictures.
I tried taking a photo of Kilo. The photos that I take of Kilo are usually not ordinarily taken. You know the way people take photo of themselves? The camera lens is facing them? Yea, I was doing that, but with the lens tilted to face Kilo.
Sitting in front of the computer the whole day indeed does no one any good. The picture ended up like this:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:56 am
The next time..
Friday, February 03, 2006
that you bring an MP3 player to school to listen, please make sure that:
1) It has batteries
2) You DID input some song files into the player so that when you switch it on the No File! signal won't be flashing
Just a short update. The bird died. I wasn't very sad though. Was expecting it. Most birds that can't fly are dying... dying... dead!
I think I want a bird more than ever now :(
I remembered when we were supposed to get a Labrador Retirever from Uncle Jason's friend, whose female Labrador was pregnant.
She was a sweet little thing when we visted her. I thought most pregnant living things would be in a severe temperamental state and would bite and snarl at everyone going near it (I got this impression frmo an ex-manager of mine who was pregnant). But nope, the pregnant swollen dog was sitting there and wagging its tail while we pat it.
Now THAT is call a Labrador Retriever. Tinker is NOT. Tinker is one-third Labrador, one-third Golden, and one-third Big Bitch.
Anyway, we visited the Lady dog that night and after going home, we received a call near to midnight.
The good news? The dog had given birth.
The bad news? His German Shepherd killed all of it.
We obviously weren't the only ones who were upset. The family who ownned the dogs were more affected than us. Imagine how many months they had been anticipating the puppies. I vaguely remembered the female owner of the dogs shouting and screaming for the German Shepherd to be put down to sleep (I don't think they really did that at the end of the whole drama and emotional period).
We were longing for a Labrador for quite some time already, so when we knew the puppies died, we were equally disappointed.
Little by little, we started visiting petshops and dog farms all over Singapore. Unconsciously, we were looking at Labradors. Finally, one day, we 'subconsciously' bought one and brought it home. Subsequently, it was named Kilo and the rest is history.
There was actually another three labradors for us to choose from. A chocolate brown one (which was expensive because it was the 'trend' to own a Choc Labrador like Bill Clinton's lab, Buddy whom I think got knocked down dead by a car a few years back), another yellow female one, and ... Kilo.
Of course my parents chose the male. Even when they were shopping for a puppy for me and saw Chubby, they chose him because he's male and anyway the other female puppy Shih Tzu (Chubby's sister) was sleeping and didn't even care about my parents. Chubby was the one who waddled over to greet them.
Now, here comes 'Blacky' (as Joanna has apparently named it) who died hours after I found it. Is this a sign from above??
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:10 pm
Incoming!!!
Ok. I have to admit that I was extremely superbly tempted to get a pet bird after seeing Glory.
I was even thinking of splurging every single cent of my angbao money on it!
Up until I lost $60 in this stupid Black Jack game with my relatives last night. I swear for the rest of the dog year, I shall NOT GAMBLE EVER AGAIN!
But anyway, after losing that $60, I told Louisa (who was also interested in getting a bird looong before I did) that I lost all my money that I intended to spend on the bird cage.
So I gave up the idea. I'd rather spend the rest of my ang bao money on the Valentine's Day present for Xiang.
That was until this guy showed up:
Yes. So it's not a fancy showbird. What the heck!
Dear Whoever that controls our fate/destiny/lives/creation, I thank you for blessing me with a bird. Bless is not the correct term. The more specific term is STOOD AT MY GATE.
I opened the door because I was looking for Chubby. I hadn't seen him all night and I suspected he might have gotten locked outside with Kilo since my parents had rushed out to Jurong(there was a fire just now at around 8pm++ supposedly along the road where Dad's factory is).
Ta daaaa.. Opened the door and standing right at the gate, apparently blur and not knowing what to do was this silly bird that I have yet to name.
I told Didi to stay while I walked outside to the gate to take a look, knowing that the stupid Shetland might attack it. Oh come on, we're talking about a dog that would even kill fleas! Much less a bird!
Was expecting it to fly or run off but the bird just stood there and waited for me to pick it up. So I did. It's now in a container with newspapers
I'm a super noob when it comes to identifying birds but Louisa told me it's a myna (I think she's some sort of bird expert now after reading up on so many bird books). Is there any way to tell its age? I have a great feeling it's an old one who's about to kick the bucket on me, yet the websites I came across said that sometimes babies fall off the nests too. Either way, I'm not keeping my hopes up that it's going to survive the night. So remember to pray for it or do whatever floats your boat :)
Anyway, even if it is sick and dying I would rather let it die in one piece than let the stray cats outside tear it apart. Hey, maybe it was standing outside my gate because Kilo was keeping the cats away?
Oh! What am I saying! Since WHEN Kilo keeps the cats away!
*PS: This bird does NOT make baby sounds. Please ignore Val.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:22 am
Murderer
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
I thought Didi was smart enough when he tried dragging those floor cloth over his own pee in a miserable attempt to cover his pee.
However, a few minutes ago he also left little piles and markings of blood on the floor of my parents' bedroom which is absolutely disgusting.
A little distance away from those little dried blood markings was a severely flattened huge tick, no doubt bitten and burst by the canine victim himself. Do any of you know of a dog that kills its own fleas? How cool is that.
I have to clear Chubby's fleas/ticks one by one. I used to have this sadistic liking to kill fleas by bursting it. When you catch one, you put it between a wad of tissue and you use your nail to burst the sucker. There would be an interesting 'pop' sound and you feel so satisfied for killing a pest that is sucking the precious blood of your darling doggie.
But now, after having this stupid nightmare about spiders chasing after me (though not as big as those in the movie, 8 Legged Freaks), I don't even dare to step on an ant!!
And to my dear groupmates who are as stressed out as I am.. Here's another Ms. Swan for all of you, my dear brown cows..:
