Don't know what's coming over lately. Had so much trouble updating it. Not only the lack of time, but also the lack of ideas.
Pics from the office Durain Party and BBQ are up... though both stupid days, I had to rush off to school and didn't get to enjoy either one. Is that luck? Or is that luck?
What a wet blanket. You tell me how to not hate school.
Then there was this little discovery I made. On my birthday, my cousin, Jack gave me this cup that was really cool and had this photo printed on it.
The photo was, as you can see, me and my brother, and one of our very first pet, Snowy, a pigeon. I must say Snowy really really looked the type that once served as a 'messenger' pigeon before.
That aside, Snowy eventually died a tragic death of which I didn't really want to go to details. It was a (bloody) tragic accident, so when Bro and I came home, I didn't realise anything amiss but korkor bawled like a child. Wait, at that time he WAS a child.
Since then, his fascination with birds.
Once we heard a loud BANG sound, ran out of the house and realised some bird had flew int our sliding door and knocked itself out. The impact killed it.
It was a really tiny bird, but the sound was really loud. I remembered that bird was really colourful. Striking red with a bit of deep purplish blue near its head.
Ah Gong took it, and threw it into the big drain directly outside of our house. When my bro came back from school that evening, I told him, and he went to the extreme of climbing into the drain (it was a big drain, mind you) just to take a look at that bird, and whether it was really dead or could he have saved it and we keep it as a pet as we did to Snowy.
OOoo.. back to the topic. The photo printed on the cup wasn't very clear. Not unless hot water was placed in the cup that the photo would show up in full colour.
I guess somewhere along the way my bro lost interest in birds. Didn't see any of his old childhood obsession when I brought Joon home. Hey, in fact I became the one who was obssessed.
I think alot of people have this misconception that rearing birds are just plain boring. That whole day you keep them in cages, and unless you're an old man who has a very nice singing songbird in a small cute cage you carry around, then you just leave your bird home all day.
I absolutely don't think that's true. Besides, you don't have to get a parrot in order to have a high level of interaction.
Look at Joon! She's... She's.... PERFECT!!
Yea, I know sometimes she sings a little too much, and does a little too many cat-calls and wolf-whistles.. but .. okay.. other than that, she's perfect.
She's tiny, she looks so sweet, that everyone who saw her (for the first time) would coo over her... well, that is.. until she bites them.
Talk about parrots, one of the bird shops I frequent has this African Grey for sale. It's not really young though. The owner had it returned to the shop in exchange for another because the parrot was always threatening to bite his wife and his wife is so sick of the damn bird.
It caught my eye because when I chanced upon it, the African Grey was sitting down. I mean, REALLY sitting down. His back was leaning against the edge of his cage, and his legs were like in mid-air and outstretched.
At first I thought he was sick, or he cheekily got into this position and had his feather stuck along the cage grill, but that didn't seem to be true.
I was observing, feather by feather, but none were stuck of jammed to the grills.
That bird was REALLY sitting down!!
Then I realised what it wanted; for its back to be scratched.
And I couldn't help but roll my eyes when the bird turned his head and looked over his shoulder, or what could have been a shoulder, and said "Hello!"
I obediently lifted up a hand to scratch its back while he, seemingly in bliss, half-closed his eyes.
Stupid bird.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:09 am
It's a good day to sleep in
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
That was what my doctor told me as he gave me an MC today.
I've decided to put that prissy pissed mood behind me or else people say I having Alzheimer at 21. Choi!
Yesterday was the 17th of July. I had worked with Rentokil for exactly one year, and it was by coincidence that we held a Durain party yesterday.
There was this long table laid out at the carpark area outside our storeroom, and there the durain sellers opened up durain after durain and placed them on the long table for all to take as they please.
It was really exciting. They were opening so fast, we had trouble finishing it. To think that at first I was worried about queueing up for a long time just to take a piece. There were three professional durain-openers altogether, and enough durains (they came in a truck) to cater to approximately 160 people.
If that's not cool, I don't know what else is.
There were sweet durains, bitter durains, yellowish durains that resembled the colour of Chubby's pee, and pale yellow durain that resembles the colour of Kilo's pee.
Now don't get me wrong. I love durains. But all the more I love it when you take one of its empty shell, add salt and warm water, and drink it direct. It's supposed to have a 'cooling' effect after consuming the very heaty king of fruit.
Apparently that was something that I didn't do yesterday, which kinda explains my throbbing headache and my dry and cracking throat that thankfully still sounds like a girl.
There was one of the supervisor yesterday who was joking around and saying that the coordinators shouldn't eat so much otherwise they would all sound like men the next day. He even shouted out to mimick the coordinators "HELLO! HELLO!" amidst laughter.
I didn't think they would sound like men. I just think that no one would pick up the calls since they were all on medical leave, haha.
I then noticed that the truck where they fetched the durains in (yes, it's a truck!) had a JB number plate.
"Whoa! Direct import from Malaysia!" I exclaimed to some of my colleauges. "No. Direct from the plantation!" one of the managers told me.
Yes. Fresh. Plentiful. Aromatic.
Unfortunately I don't think I will want to touch one again for the time being.
Today, I would also like to report the death of my Tiger Prawn.
Fine. He's a Tiger Lobster, but I keep calling him a prawn, I don't know why.
The little fella incredibly managed to CRAWL OUT OF THE TANK. I'm sure he crawled. I mean, how else? He couldn't have flew, right?
Hmm.. maybe he did. But when I found him missing, I peeked behind my tank just to check he wasn't there and there he lay, dried up and very dead.
I was quite disheartened because I had a few puffers that had died recently. Even the old bala shark had jumped out of the tank and died.
What's up with jumping out of the tank? Do the other parts of my room look like fun to them?
Anyway, here's one of the last few pics I happened to take of the Prawn while he was still alive and well :(
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 1:48 pm
Lost! All Lost!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
First.. Kilo went missing.
But all went well and he was eventually found with a guy who fell in love with him and have decided to adopt another dog after returning Kilo to us.
Then, it was my contact lense solution. Now that majorly pissed me off. That was my last bottle of Contact Lense solution and that night I had to use saline to soak my lense instead, which didn't feel good at all.
But then the blardy bottle seemed to have grown legs and went on a holiday because it returned two days later it magically appeared in the cupboard of mine where I keep all such solution, body lotions and etc.
No, I was extremely certain that I didn't misplace that contact lense solution bottle because I have always used it in the toilet and there was no where else I would have brought it to.
Then again, the bottle was HUGE and impossible to miss. But whatever. I bought a new one and the old one magically reappeared. Wtf. Especially since I am the only one in the whole house to be using contact lenses.
Then, now, my Ginvera facial wash disappeared completely. That was like Wow. It was in the toilet all the time again. I asked my maid to help me look for it, because maybe it could have grown wings at night and flew somewhere to other parts of my room.
She put my Ginvera scrub at the toilet sink instead. I had trouble communicating across to her that no, it's the FACIAL WASH. Not the SCRUB.
The next thing I knew, my house keys disappeared. But then again, this one was truly my own fault. I can't wait for tomorrow when I can go to work and see for myself it it had really dropped out of my bag and landed at the bottom of my drawer where I always put my bag at work.
That's because my stupid internet banking pin key is attached with the keys and it would cost a whole $20 just to have it replaced and that thought alone was pissing me off. Add to that, I have to replace the lost keys that would have easily costed $14 or so because that gate key was kinda special. OH! And what about the automatic gate key opener. That one was around $30 minimum, and I'd have to make it in Malaysia to get that price.
So I came home after going with Jo to update her PSP with some games, and viola! What do I get? My bluetooth dongle that went missing. Entirely. It was plugged into my laptop!!!
Now I can't update any sh*t photos into this post.
Super pissed.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 2:40 pm
I Found...
Saturday, July 14, 2007
THE PHOTOS!!!
Thank gawd it's over!!!!!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:26 am
Kilo Found
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Ok. I'd shut up next time.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:18 pm
Kilo missing
As of today Kilo is STILL missing.
We reported to wherever possible already. The police, the SPCA, the AVA... And the guy at the police post even told me better not paste notices anywhere because it's not allowed unless I ask permission from the town council.
I'm waiting for the person to call up somewhere at one of the places so that they will realise Oooh.. it's someone's dog! Let me return it!!
And not "Ooh! It's someone's dog. We better pass it to someone else to keep instead of us cos we live nearby!"
I don't know how other dog owners feel when their dogs go missing, but I inevitably feel this sense of anger.
Like, you know, if the person really intended to return us Kilo, he/she would have done so yesterday already because all you have to do is call up the SPCA and they will tell you a certain Cindy Lim had already made a report regarding a missing yellow Labrador Retriever.
If that person really really intended to keep Kilo, then you may as well kill him because you won't be able to bring him to a vet. If they brought him to a vet, they would have no existing records of which his microchip would have been scanned and my leg will come kicking your arse because they will realise it's a lost dog and you had tried to keep it.
Kilo... come back to Jie Jie please? I promise to really really bring you to Sentosa this time.
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:29 am
Don't Stop me
Saturday, July 07, 2007
I'm in super typish mood today.
Yes. I know. I'm supposed to be in school. But our teacher is sick and class was cancelled.
Lessons were supposed to be held... OH MY GAWD did I hear Shaun crying downstairs?
Sorry. Got distracted. Lessons were supposed to be held Thurs Fri Sat. I had full intentions to attend all three (like DUH! U know how frigging expensive the lessons are?!).
Attended the one on Thursday. Then apparently on Friday afternoon (in fact the email was timed at 3.17pm) the course coordinator mass emailed everyone to say that classes on Fri and Sat were cancelled.
Emailed. Can you believe it?
We were at work! In fact I had Sales Meeting yesterday!! How the heck was I supposed to read it.
The worst was some people in class were actually called up on their mobile phones to notify them about the cancellation. Pretty much seems like everyone except us, Jo, Ryan and I. Ryan was already intending to skip lesson as he had ended work late and had just reached home when Jo and I called him up from school.
Never would it have crossed my mind that lesson would be cancelled. We had a teacher who fell sick once. He was from the Australia campus. It was a sudden food poisoning episode.
Immediately the following day, we had a stand-in teacher. I don't know if she had flown in from the last minute or whatever, but she was really good. You couldn't even tell she was a stand-in because she taught us really professionally.
Jo and I stood outside the class that was unlit and locked. I was quite sure it was the correct classroom and Jo asked "are we early?"
It was almost 7.30pm already and I haven't had dinner. Realising that class was cancelled got me pissed and happy at the same time, because following that, we went to have the best duck rice in Singapore. I really don't mind that everytime lesson gets cancelled.
By the way, I had just awoken from a nightmare.
Nightmare that my tiger prawn got eaten up. Actually the fish shop sold him as a Tiger Lobster, but it's just a habit for me to keep calling him a prawn.
I have also realised that I have never ever taken his photo for all of you to see.
So here it is ladies & gentlemen, my tiger prawn:
Let me add an exclaimation here: I LOVE MY SONY ERICSSON K810i!!!
In my nightmare, his tail was gone. Only the head and claws were left. So real. Probably it was because I witnessed before how my new puffer (I will talk about him another day) attacking him once though my Tiger Prawn put him in his place.
Talk about nightmares, none can get as worse as what REALLY happened to me the day before my birthday.
I cried like a baby, which made my parents laugh. Dad said something like it's my last day of being a child, so after I pass my 21st I cannot cry like that anymore.
It wasn't because of something touching.
I'm a naggy person so you'd just have to bear with me while I relate the story.
The days leading up to my birthday was really horrid. Not exactly horrid.
There was a horrid smell in my room.
No matter how I sprayed air-fresheners, no matter how the maids cleaned my room, it was always there.
One day at work, a light bulb idea sprang into my head.
Was it because of my fish?
I had bought guppies to feed my puffers, but at times, the naughty puffers would just chase them for fun, causing them to be so distressed that some just chose to jump out of the tank (and subsequently die).
I called my maid to check around the tank.
She not only found dead guppies that became dried up like ikan bilis, she found a dead puffer. Xiao Qing had coincidentally jumped out too, and had dried up already. I was quite upset when I learnt of it. The lucky thing was, Da Qing tried to do so too, but apparently he only jumped out of the tank waaay after Xiao Qing died. My maid found him still struggling and threw him back in.
I don't know whether it's because he saw Xiao Qing died. They were always swimming together. In fact, I bought them from the same shop on the same day and they had been together ever since.
I'm not sensitive or whatever but Da Qing is becoming so skinny after Xiao Qing died. It was really an obvious thing to note. I don't expect Da Qing to live long now.
But I'm here to talk about the horrid smell in my room, so let me bring the story back.
After my dad gave me his laptop for my 21st, I often used it while lying down on my tummy on the bed (heaven!!!).
So one day I was using it when suddenly I realised something moving on the floor.
I thought it looked really cute. Short and fat and wriggly, so I took a photo of it.
I shut off my computer to put it on the floor and pay more attention to the worm when I had a shock.
When I removed the laptop from my bed, there were many similar-looking worms wriggling under from where the laptop actually was.
Many of them. I used my hand to sweep it off my bed and all of them started wriggling around on the floor. My brain was like whirling with thoughts. What kind of worm is this to have so many be at the same place at the same time.
The answer was simple: Maggots.
I looked closely at them. Thanks to having played DiabloII before, I could easily recognise how the little yucky shits really looked like the maggots in the Diablo game. I used to be quite a sicko. I would use my Diablo character to step on the maggots. There would be this squishy sound effect with green blood oozing out of the dead maggot you stepped on.
But in DiabloII, the maggots were huge, compared to our Diablo characters. The maggots, though harmless, were about as big as Chubby was to us. Thankfully, maggots in real life weren't that big. But that still didn't stop me from crying.
Standing there, the maggot appearance soon hit me, physically and mentally at the same time.
I looked up in horror and saw another maggot falling from the light bulb. Now kids, maggots are only around when there are dead things for them to eat.
The fact that they are dropping from my ceiling obviously states that there is something dead up there. The thought was so disturbing, and the maggots were so disgusting that I just burst out crying when I was on the phone with my mother telling her that something (a bird, I highly suspected) had died.
One of the maids took a ladder and climbed up. So, let me correct myself. It's dead birds. Two baby birds. I didn't dare look into the plastic bag that she took up with her when she climbed up onto the false ceiling, but she told me it looked like it was dead for a period of time already.
The smell was horrendous. I had found the first maggot cute. But when the rest appeared, it was sick. It was gross enough just to think how those fat worms got fat. They ate alot, and it was the THING THEY ATE ALOT THAT WAS DISTURBING.
On a lighter note mates, I love my new shirt. Thank you!!!!
CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:03 pm
Whatever!!!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Got this from Manda. She's SO CUTE. The baby girl, I mean, not Manda.
And by the way, thank you all for attending, and especially those who have contributed one way or another, or in many many balloon-ey ways!! :P
Thanks for the very very far away phone call Yin and Val. I know I was too distracted to concentrate but hey, you have a dog who was intent on raping every guy at the party, you had to do something, right?
I can't blog about the party because not all the pics are with me, plus I'm having a paper tomorrow. Dratz.
