I got the date wrong. My mum's birthday is today. =X
Oooo-Hooooo.... LOL.. Good meal today!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:04 am
Ouch...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
For the first time in my life, I got bitten by a budgie today. Right, bitten. I almost typed 'beaten'. I bet half of you would have your eyeballs pop out.
It was a baby one too! What a disgrace. But then again there was another very cute Cockatoo that was craving for my touch!! I shall update the photo of it soon.
It's been a long time since I've updated this blog so I thought I'd type something here. After all, it's a lazy Saturday afternoon and I'm using my dad's laptop on my bed with Chubby sleeping beside me.
Now, that, is, life.
Oooh, and I'd like to add that he's snoring a little too.
Joon laid THREE eggs.
I've always procrastinated. Always wanted to get those egg-holder type to hold her eggs. But that was because I thought everytime she lays eggs, it'd be one at a time. Now I realise that this frequency could vary. I don't think I'm that keen on getting egg cups anymore. Like, where on earth could I even keep them?
Whoa. I can feel my mother rolling her eyes at reading about the egg cups.
Speaking of which, it's my mum's birthday today.
Everytime it's my mum's birthday, my dad would apply leave from work to accompany her at home or wherever she wants to go. This year he didn't have to, because it falls on a Satuday.
But.. my mum is the one at work.
Or has she forgotten that it's her birthday??
So many things have happened since last March, I'm not surprised if she had forgotten.
Oh, and one more thing. Shaun is celebrating his first month next Saturday. Ok, more like, WE, THE ADULTS, are celebrating his first month for him next Saturday.
Shaun is cute. I love to see him wriggle around in his cot and not do anything. Babies are damn lucky. They just wriggle around and look cute and everyone would coo and gush at them.
You should see it when he sneezes. After he sneezes, he'd make one more weird sound that no one could figure, that his mum claims is a 'baby language version of Excuse me".
SO CUTE.
I remembered my cousin 'passed' Shaun for me to carry the first time I visited the baby. I was petrified. Of course I didn't show it, but verbally I was like "Are you sure? Are you sure?"
"Of course lah!" Shaun's Dad said. "Next time when you give birth you also have to carry." Instantly I shook my head and pointed in my mother's direction.
He professionally handed me his only son, and walked off to chat with the other famiy members who had gathered around the dining table, leaving me with Shaun, helpless.
You know, the scary thing about babies, is that they don't have much muscle in their neck yet. As a result, their heads would roll around and you have to help them control it.
To me, babies, being babies, are already so fragile. Add that rubber neck thing and it would seem that if I don't handle one properly, he/she might break their necks, and then I would end up in jail.
I met up with a group of ex-colleagues the other day. Whoa, imagine. I've only worked with the company for 9 months and I have a whole bunch of ex-colleagues to catch up and bitch with.
In-between, Des and I went off to play pool. Mike joined us halfway and since I lost to him, I left the table for both the guys to fight it out.
I went back and said to Becky: "Whoa, I lost four consecutive games!!" I shouted to her over the loud music.
She laughed it off and said "What? So how many games did you play? Five?"
"No!" I shouted back. "Four!!"
She couldn't stop laughing.
I felt kind of sad, actually, when the night ended. I don't know when will I see all of them again together like that.
Des the Ass (hey it rhymes) told me often that I shouldn't be too affected when people moved on. As in, moved on to another better job with better prospects and stuff (not THAT kind of move on), because it was for the better for them. I would love to argue back and say that how can I not get affected? I'm just twenty (yea, so what if I'm 21 this year), and this is my first job!!
The people who saw me came in were leaving before me though I've more often than not expressed my own intentions to leave.
Guess that's life. I have to abruptly end this post as I'm going to watch 200 Pound Beauty!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 4:00 pm
Random Updates
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Random #1: Fauntleroy died this morning. It was a 'last minute' name that I'd given to my fish.
Oh well, Manda recommended this other shop to me that not only sells puffers, they sell big ass ones too. I'm going down later to take a look, it's just that I'm kinda afraid my tank not big enough for it. I might have to take the 2feet one out of storage, haha!
Random #2: Looking forward to the start of our new class term. However, Jo is extremely freaked out by this guy who keeps staring at her in class. He doesn't really stare all the time, of course. That's like a stalker. It's more like he occasionally turns around and throws an appreciative glance (from my point of view) but the girl's freaking out anyway.
Jo decides to get her mind off things by bringing Wu Zun's mag to class everyday.
Random #3:
Yang came over to my place yesterday. It was like a typhoon swept through my house. Mum says if he comes over everyday and she has to take care of him, she might lose weight.
Random #4:
One less best friend in office. I am so leaving. Maybe I shall try to stay till May next year?
Random #5:
Joon laid an egg, much to everyone's delight. I shall preserve this egg and put it in that egg cup I've always said I'd buy. HAHAHA!! No, I won't let her kick it around like a soccer ball again and break it.
Random #6:
Went to watch the movie Shooter yesterday. It's quite good. It's a show that guys would like though. Very Bourne-Identity kinda show.. you know.. the concept of me against the government *roll eyes*..
Random #7:
Made a discovery today. Shaun actually is also Yang Yang. Shaun Lim Kai Yang. Yang Yang's actual name is Tay Yu Yang. That's like two Yang Yangs....
Whoa.....
He's like SO tiny, can?
Random #8 Reminder to all that Oscar is still ever so cute. And grumpy. And greedy.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:00 pm
Shaun Lim
Sunday, April 15, 2007
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:48 pm
Say it Right
There's something about this song that makes me want to listen to it ten thosuand times a day. I think it lies with the background.. the way this guy always shouts "HEY!!".. in that echo-y sounds that kinda hypnotises me. Hahaha... Check it out:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:39 pm
AUNTIE!!!!!!
Friday, April 13, 2007
I've been labelled as an 'auntie' by so many of my friends since the longest time.
My obsession with crystals.. my 'auntie' clothes and poor taste in clothes.. I didn't even mind wearing a gold anklet for the longest time. Speaking of which.. where is that anklet now.. hmm...
And as I've said before.. the day I stop becoming like an Auntie is the day Val wears a dress/skirt...
And the day Joon stops tearing up my homework...
Anyway, now I don't care, because for REAL now.. I'm somebody's Da Gu *Evil laughter*... Let's welcome Shaun Lim to the worrrrrrlddddddddd......
PS: Yea I know the rashes. But then according to Mum, all the newborns in the family had the same 'red panda' thing.
In my 20 and a half year memory lifespan, I have never recalled having failed any final paper before.
And believe me, I am not eager to make this my first.
So this year for this term, we were taking this dumba$$ subject called Decision-Making.
It was a sort of combination between Business Calculus and Business Statistics, two of the worst subjects any Marketing student would have paid (if they could afford) to skip.
Most of us could afford, I'm sure, but we were just not allowed to skip it in this incorruptible Singapore society.
But whatever. I've already graduated.
I happily proceeded with a degree and here I am, stuck. Stuck with a stupid subject called Decision-Making.
If you think Business Stats/Calculus was enough to kill, Decision-Making is suicidal.
I knew what I was in for when Jo and I attended the first lecture.
In fact, I was so scared of that subject that I never skipped a single lesson.
The mid-term paper came and went. As I walked out from the examination room, I felt numb. Like I had just gotten slapped a few hundred times by the dumb paper. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one. Everyone else felt the same.
I never liked the lecturer. I'm not going to name him. But he's like this unreasonable arse that insist everyone be punctual for his lesson.
Oh yes, believe me Dr. X... We are full-time students. We don't have work, we don't have family (yes, some of my classmates had kids already!!), and we don't have a social life. We just do nothing throughout the whole week but wait for Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays where you fly out from Perth to meet us and teach us.
I hate lectuerers like that.
And he had to make me really really condemn him by saying "I'm not surprised that generally the mid-term results were so poor. In fact, most of you were skipping classes halfway or not attending at all".
Hey, I do know one or two arses who really outrightly deserves to be failed on the spot. In fact, they should be told not to waste their bus/MRT fare to travel to school tomorrow for the final paper because they are so going to fail for having not attended lessons AT ALL.
But what about those who didn't skip a single lesson!! We were still failing anyway. What's the point!!
So I have decided, if ever I was going to have to retake this subject, I am not going to attend ANY of his lessons, and then get an outside tutor, and then ace the blardy subject (or at least a pass??).
Buey tahan. Some men are so bitchy. I have half a mind to stab him.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 6:14 pm
What Computers Have Become
Fickle-minded Cindy don't want to buy W880i. Her original craving has been released!!!
You see, that's the blardy good thing about having your plan end. Sit back, and wait for the telecomms to woo you *flash big smile*.
Patience is a virtue when it comes to buying handphone. Surprised to hear it from me right? Ya. I'm surprised as well. Who knows once I post this blog few minutes later I go buy the phone le. Hahahahaha!!!
But then, when you wait for a phone...
1) Price will drop 2) Bugs will get sorted out 3) Maybe the newer version of the phone will be launched, with different colours and everything (Check Jo and her infatuation with the black/gold LG chocolate)
After all, that's what computers have become.
Speaking of which, I'm really looking forward to getting the N95 because this current camera of the W850i really can make me cry, especially when you compare it with my previous N75. Gosh!.. The difference already makes me want to tear!!
Cry.... at the pathetic camera quality!!!!!!!
Ohh, anyway Manda, on behalf of the dogs, and one bird, thank you for the dog cookies. Even fussy Chubby pie is whacking it. In fact, when I placed one of the bag of cookies on the floor (sealed up), he tried to bite and dig a hole in it to get to the cookies.
Told you that arse loves apples!!
But.. Joon loves paper as much as Chubby loves apples:
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:34 pm
Quite Obviously...
Friday, April 06, 2007
I'm changing my blogskin. I know the buttons stick out like a sore thumb. Bear with it. Like, hey, you're not doing any work!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:14 pm
Lenore: The Cute Little Dead Girl
I used to be a little intrigued with gothic stuff. Just very little.
And one day, I chanced across a picture that has this title at the bottom: Lenore, the cute little dead girl.
I find it absolutely cute and dark. Dark in a cute way. Cute in a dark way.
And now, thanks, once again, to YouTube, I get to share with all of you one of Lenore's episodes....
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:08 pm
Dying Died Dead
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Eh.. have I ever used the above title before?
Just have this weird creepy feeling that I did.
All aside, remember the pufferfishes I had? All 8 of them cutey pies?
It had been a wonderful process altogether. From buying them when chancing upon them at a shop at Serangoon Central, to buying a (in my opinion) really really nice tank for them though the filter strength is so pathetic I actually wonder if it's working though it really IS sucking up the water (but not the dirt. So why call it a filter?).
Plus arranging the corals inside, with the black gravel, and then slapping myself when I realise I do have leftover gravel from my last pet fish stint.
In fact, I had bought the same gravel back.
In any case, any of you out there who needs black gravel, let me know. I'd let you have it. For free!
3kg worth of it!
It's black, with a sorta glitter to it that is so nice under the tank lights. So yea, let me know if you need.
That aside, I had also spent a great enjoyable amount of time choosing the puffers. I bought most of them at different time. I mean, it's enjoyable enough to just stand there at the shop, in front of the puffer tank and then slowly carefully choose the one you want.
Just when you found one irresistably cute one, the next challenge was how to specifically get the one you want out of the tank. Puffers are no joke. They don't run from the net. Not all though. Some of them are fierce enough to try to attack the net.
It takes alot of patience to slowly put the net in and then slowly corner the one you want, and wait for it to willingly swim into your net before you scoop it out with one swift stroke and dump it into the pail.
All that experience was priceless.
But... came to an end.
That useless filter stopped working. Somehow, my dustbin was near the electricity switch, and when my maid was cleaning my room one day, she shifted the dust-bin (quite forefully, I should say) and it hit that switch.
Filter stopped working = no oxygen = slow suffocation
By the time I came home from work, 5 were dead.
The next day 2 more were gone and I was left with the very last one and it looked like he couldn't last long either.
Devastated, I waited and see what would happen, at the suggestion of many others to get other types of fishes, especially the Ranchu goldfish. Ok.. so is it Ranchu or Raichu?
Most of you probably don't know how one looks like, but judging by the name alone you can already gage how cute that goldfish is. It has a really cute face that you would really like to pinch.
Continuing what I defracted from.. I was really upset. I sorta gave up and was waiting for this last one to die.
Surprise, surprise.
It didn't.
It hung on.
But it really should have died. Honest. There were a few mornings when I would wake up and walk to the tank, all prepared to dumb his body into the toilet bowl and flush it (as I did all the others).
People, if you are gonna do that, please make sure that your dead fish is as small as my puffers (they're about as big as tadpoles). Believe me, your parents would not be very glad if you told them that you just jammed the toilet bowl with your dead fish's carcass.
Its condition deteriorated from bad to worse within the space of the next three days. I honestly even briefly toyed with the idea that maybe I should try it with a container of ice and let it just die like that. I was so sure it wasn't going to make it.
In fact, there were times it even floated with its forehead sticking mildly out of the water, and was even being pushed around by the (weak) water current generated by the (terrible) filter.
It even had white spots, the oh-so-often-killed-my-fish disease. The white spots were so clear and defined on its small body, and was especially concentrated around the lips area. It looked like my fish just tried to climb Mount Everest and got snowbites all over its lips.
Yes! Puffers have very obvious lips. In fact, their teeth seems to jut out most of the time, so you can tell where the lips are.
I was out that Sunday night, and called home, because I knew Josh was in my room playing with my computer.
"Can you do me a favour?"
"Sure" he replied.
"Help me check my that fish in the tank.. is it even alive still?"
(I was so quite sure it's dead this time having described to all of you how it already looked like)
"Um... Ok."
A few tensed seconds went by..
I felt him hesitate.
"Poke it gently or something. See if its fins are flipping.." I suggested. I told you that little fella was so sick he really looked MORE than half dead.
Suddenly... "It's alive!!" came the declaration from my cousin.
"Ok then I'm not gonna let it die liao.."
Few minutes later, I stepped into the shop where I had bought the puffers.
"My puffer got white spot. Give me your best medicine!" I said.
I was all prepared to spend even $20++ on the medicine just to cure a $1.50 fish.
A bottle of medicine, a new bottle of anti-chlorine, and a packet of sea salt later.. I realised I haven't even spend over $5. It just amazed me.
I came home, did whatever the medicine told me to do, which goes something along the lines of "drop a few drops. Sit down. Stay away from the tank. And shut up to let the fish rest."
Right now.. the little fella is as good as new. All of you should really see him now.
He's eating good and has regained his appetite though I make sure the shrimps I throw into the tank for him is all twisted into half so that he could eat it easier.
And let me share with all of you something really cute before I end:
Whenever puffers have finished their meal, you can tell they are full, because their tummys would get really big and rounded. Like they're pregnant.
Otherwise, on normal occasions or before feedings, their body is a perfect streamlined shape.
C.U.T.E.N.E.S.S. to the max!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:12 pm
Resignation Letter
Sunday, April 01, 2007
This email I received could not have reached me at a more appropriate time.
With tendering your resignation probably being the most IN thing to date, I think I shall share with you some stuff an online friend of mine emailed to me. Credit goes to Ringo.com, I think it's some friendster-like program.
Oh well.. here goes:
Come to think of it, Jac's resignation letter kinda looks like that. One sentence. Short and sweet. No formalities involved.
This one above is a warning letter. Two months ago I tell you I wana fly, you still don't do a thing about it. Fine. I go.
And the next one is my personal favourite that applies very well to my current scenario:
And last but not least, something that looks like it was out of a Saw movie.. Probaby some poor temp worker for that going-to-die old sicko:
