No Man in this world you can trust, except your Daddy
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Happy Father's Day.
Wait. When is Father's Day?
Father's Day reminds me of Durex, that condom brand. I mentioned their ad before. Let's see if I can find it and insert it here again.
Cute right? I think this is a very very good ad.
It's been years (discovered it back in 2004), yet everytime Father's Day approaches, I remember this ad instantly.
Fauntleroy died. Despite all my efforts to save it. Kinda explains why I hadn't been blogging.
On the last day before he passed away, he kept swimming to me at the edge of the tank. Trying to hint to me that he was in pain or something? I don't know.
There goes the biggest big-a$$ puffer that I would ever buy.
Call me a stubborn cruel fool. Everytime the whole tank of puffers die, I would swear to get something easier and simpler to keep. Puffers are for pros, honestly.
I went out, bought myself another filter instead. And magically in the plastic bag where they put the filter, there would be a packet of puffers. In fact, I dare say that there are at least 3 fish shops in Singapore that instantly recognise me and would ask me if I want to get any puffers cos they have new stock, or have no new stock etc.
In fact, those also happen to be the only 3 shops in Singapore that are selling decent puffers.
Apparently you can find puffers in many fish shops, but those in decent health conditions are far and few between.
You can really tell a puffer is sick or unhealthy instantly by their colour. I told you all before right? That when they are feeling stressed or not feeling too good their stomach turn all blackish.
It's like wearing their emotions on their stomach while we humans portray it through our facial expressions.
By the way, I watched POTC 3 too. I don't want to describe the awful cinema experience I had with my companion when I watched it. Ask Jo. She was pissed off that day too.
I'd blog more later. It's a long weekend for alot of people, baby!
Meanwhile, here's one of Kilo after wrestling with me for a full 300... seconds...
He finally gave up, plopped himself on the floor and let me do whatever I want with him and Shrek ears.
No. You don't have to remind me what a 'wonderful' dog owner I am.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:08 pm
Just Another Day, Just Another Normal Chat
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Gary: Osu! says: how's chubby?
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: y leh?
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: haha
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: hes ok
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: no worries
Gary: Osu! says: old le ma
Gary: Osu! says: i show concern for old man
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: yea man
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: VERY old man
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: hai
Gary: Osu! says: how are you?
Gary: Osu! says: now i'm showing concern for very old woman
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: ..
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: idiot
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: i'm fine
Gary: Osu! says: that's good
Gary: Osu! says: are you getting married soon? i can't wait to carry babies
ciin: I was born intelligent. Education ruined me. says: wtf
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:27 pm
Discipline
Monday, May 21, 2007
I've come to learn that many things in life, it's all about discipline.
How many of us have it?
Sure we all do, but how much of it?
Years ago, I thought to myself that if I was drawing a salary of more than 1k, I would within 3-4 months, or even 6 months max, get the lasik surgery that I have always wanted ("damn to all glasses!!").
I've been working now, for almost a year now. I can tell you honestly that I am nowhere near being able to afford a lasik; even if I only had one eye to operate on.
Why do you want to throw away all your hard-earned cash on a silly op when your degree is not THAT high, you're not a pilot and its not a job requirement either, and especially when you can use the same amount of money and splurge on thousand other items instead to pamper yourself.
That's the thing about working. You earn $$ which you spend on yourself. In fact, that's the only reason why you want to continue to work!!
Then again, restraining yourself from overspending requires another type of discipline that as of yet I am unable to comprehend, thus you understand my dilemma.
I.Love.Shopping.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:16 pm
Update on the older ones
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Man, I've been too preoccupied with the fishes that I kinda neglected the older ones. Don't you worry, I didn't neglect them in real life though.
Like the other day I bought snacks for Miffy, it was just a tiny little pathetic packet that would not have lasted more than one meal, but I almost jumped when I wanted to pay up at the cashier and they told me it was $8.50.
What the hell, got it anyway, fed it to Miffy and the little girl never failed in gently taking the food from your hands and eating it in that very cute bunny manner.
Next, was Chubby. It's been AGES since I talked about him.
Chubby's hearing was getting bad to worse. You have to hold him in front of your face and shout at him for him to be able to hear you, and even then, he could hardly hear.
You are only sure that he heard you when his ears twitch a little, or when he suddenly throws his head in your direction after you scream yourself hoarse.
It's quite sad really. Reminds me that he won't be able to last long anymore due to his old age.
And his eyesight! He could walk and bang into your legs even if you were standing right in front of him!!
Sometimes after Des fetches me home from work he would even think that I AM HIM, which of course makes Des very happy because he thinks Chubby LOVES to see him.
There was once when he was using the toilet of the dining room, and Chubby was standing outside the toilet door, barking and scratching and knocking away cos he thought it was me in the toilet.
When Des came out, he started going all gushy and mushy and then carried Chubby by the armpits like a baby and keep going "goo goo gaa gaa".. I hate it when people do that to my dog... It was then I noticed Chubby starting to wriggle.
The poor old dog must have realised it was Des and not me and was struggling to be put down so that he could look for me. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
That aside, pictures speak more than a thousand words, and even though I love to type, I am quite lazy to type a thousand words now.
And then talking about Chubby naturally makes you want to know more about Kilo. I'm absolutely disgusted with Didi, so I shall not talk about him. That yucky dog actually went to lick spit off the floor!! To think that everytime I hug him I was THIS CLOSE to his mouth. YUCKS.
My mum can take care of him for all I care. Eeewww
Ok! So Kilo! Yes. My little darling puppy Kilo.
He can grow to the size of a Great Dane or whatever, I don't care. I'm still going to call him my puppy. Everytime someone comes to my house, I like to tell them that on the day Kilo was bought, I was the one who carried him up to the car. Carried! Something that was IMPOSSIBLE to do right now, as most of you can tell.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:17 pm
Lessons In Logic
This post is courtesy of an email Shufang sent me. Most of the forwarded mails I get are 'un-openable'.
The email goes to show us alot of more-than-meaningful quote. Give some credit to the humour.
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If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but, if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's your stupidity.
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I was born intelligent - education ruined me. (So true!!!!)
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If it's true that we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?
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Since light travels faster than sound, people appear bright until you hear them speak.
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Money is not everything. There's Mastercard & Visa.
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Behind every successful man, there is a woman And behind every unsuccessful man, there are two.
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The wise never marry. and when they marry they become otherwise.
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Success is a relative term. It brings so many relatives.
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Never put off the work till tomorrow what you can put off today.
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"Hard work never killed anybody" But why take the risk
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God made relatives; Thank God we can choose our friends. (Ouch...)
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A bus station is where a bus stops.
A train station is where a train stops.
On my desk, I have a work station....
WHAT MORE CAN I SAY........ ???
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CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:09 pm
Behold!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
One of the clearest puffer pic you will ever see (from me, anyway)!!!!!
And damn those Bala Sharks. They KEEP jumping out of the tank. I might have to return them to the shop tomorrow if they're still like that. You should see my tank now. No, wait. You CAN'T see my tank now. I've had it all covered up so they can't jump out again!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:02 am
Face Down
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Another new song in my head that I want to share.
I like the 'Face Down in the dirt, she says this doesn't hurt" part. But the thing about it is that you have to listen right to the end then you can get to hear it, haha.
But that's the thing about good songs isn't it? Make you listen (or skip, for that matter) right to the near ending.
As I've told most of you already, and to make it fair, I'm gonna tell all of you through this blog, I bought a new tank for my puffers.
For the big-ass puffer I bought the other day. He's not exactly huge, but it was the second biggest Green Spotted Puffer I've ever seen in my entire life. The biggest was sold or moved already, otherwise I would have bought it.
It seems like the bigger the puffer is, the more hardy they are.
Just like what I heard about lovebirds. If your lovebird makes it through childhood, it will be very difficult for it to die from disease/sickness since they're so hardy *touch wood!*
And I found that out about puffers, the hard way.
I happily brought my atnk home that day. New filter, new lights, new everything for the little fish.
I was thinking, boy the little arse is gonna be very happy with this new tank; how could he not? There was ample space for it to even play catching with itself, compared to the pathetic little tank that I bought at Qian Hu with Dennis and Des. D&D. Whoa hahaha!!
Anyway har...
When I walked into my room and turned on the lights, imagine my horror when there lay my beloved big puffer, that I shall temporarily name it "The Big One"... on the table.
Jumped out, for some time I'm sure.
You know how dead things their eyes are already dilated? Ya. The Big One was quite dead already. In fact it was out of the water for such a long time that its skin had shrunk (puffers are scale-less) and you could tell that it had struggled as its skin shrunk, because there seemed to be 'open' tears on its body.
If I still had my cat with me, I would have thought she was responsible.
That aside, I was quite upset by the way it died.
It had apparently dried up on my table, which means that if I just picked its body up like that to throw away, parts of its skin might be stuck to my table-top, and I would have to scrap it off.
So, the genius that I am dipped my hand into the tank and sprinkled abit of water on it.
I continued staring at the lifeless body for awhile, not knowing what to do when suddenly the fish YAWNED. More like, tried to shout at me or something, because it suddenly opened its mouth really big and made an O-shape with its mouth.
I responded to it by screaming and jumping onto my bed.
The last time a puffer jumped out of the tank like that, I screamed too, upon discovering it at 6am in the morning in my room. A few seconds after that I thought my brother would dash into the room. Disappointedly, he didn't.
This time he didn't either.
The fish was put back into the tank and immediately started swimming. Honestly, he looked half-dead. Physically, I mean. The part that was stuck to the table looked rather okay, but the part that was facing upwards was as I had described earlier, torn, tattered, and had already turned black, with a very dilated eyeball on that side of its body too.
It took two days (today), before The Big One resumed eating. And even then, he is still quite unable to catch up with the other two smaller puffers that I had got to accompany it.
