Meet Lucky.

Hi. I'm Lucky. I was wandering pitifully around the neighbourhood when I smelled out the writer of this blog. I knew she'd be a sucker for me so I licked her and followed her home. Heh. Heh. Heh. Behold my floppy ears and my sad brown eyes.

And so began the story of Lucky.

Coming home one night (last Tuesday to be precise) I stumbled into an all-black, extremely skinny mongrel who was wandering lost... on the street where I live. (say that sing-song and man, isn't that fun?)

He was sort of looking pitiful and lost and was standing behind Bra-man's car (Bra generously dropped me home, thanks Bra!), so I gesticulated wildly that "BRA GOT DOG BEHIND YOUR CAR, CAREFUL"

When the dog did not budge, I beckoned it to me.

With only the splittest of seconds of hesitation, he came towards me and licked my hands. Within minutes, I was his best friend. Needless to say, when I saw how many ribs were sticking out from his skin-and-bone body, my heart broke.

I coaxed him into my house, and despite Maya's ridiculous barking, he followed. I opened a can of dog food, and lo! He fell upon it with such hunger I felt like crying.

Immediately I knew two things: He's no stray and he's been lost/abandoned for weeks, minimum.

First of all, he's extremely friendly, and despite being quite a large dog (once he puts on weight again), he's gentle. Strays run when you approach because they are suspicious of people; and so my conclusion (taking in good condition of teeth and the would-be glossy fur also) is that he is a lost/abandoned pet dog, from probably very far away.

And it's easy to see he's been wandering lost for a long, long time. No dog is that skinny. If nobody had picked him up in a week or so more, he would have died of starvation.

And I think the world would just be that much worse a place for it.

So yeah.

Maya is not taking to him all too well, but then again she's Queen of the Porch. She'll just have to accept there's a King now.

For now, he's being fed and pumped with vitamins and proteis and all that good stuffz. Hopefully, in a few weeks, I can post another pic of him looking glossy, healthy and FAT.

Day Two of Project 365 and A Very Busy Day

So it's day numero dos of Project 365. I think this picture accurately describes my day:

They the glass is always half-empty, but the Starbucks cup is always 3/4 empty. Very odd.

This was taken at Starbucks in the Gardens, just after my first interview for the day. Note the pretty-much empty cup, the sweat beads.

The sweat beads are the ones that describe how I feel about the work for the day (coverfeaturenewsroundupgossipspottedcheckitoutOKAYokayIcandothis). It is a cup of Toffee Orange frapp, by the way. Too, too sweet but delicious. And the fact that it is COFFEE it quite encapsulates how my brains run. The same way cars need petrol, my BRAINs need COFFEE. It's just the way of the world.

Take away my coffee and you have absolute pandemonium. I may become a zombie and chew your arm off, then polish off your kidney for dessert. Don't say I didn't warn you.

But yeah so today was mad hectic. Had three interviews back to back and then 3 stories to write when I got into office. Also got to worry about video content now, but that is more kill-two-birds-with-one-DVDcamcorder.

I like it though. I thrive on being busy and bustling and stressed out. Makes me feel really good when it is done and I can Facebook in peace. Err you didn't read that.

Anyhoos, yeah so here is Day Two's pic. Hmm I may be jumping guns a little but I think this is one project I may actually keep.

Day 1 of Project 365

Project 365


A project V intro-ed to me, which, despite all laziness and attempts to imitate a sloth, I will try so hard my nose bleeds to keep to it. So here is the picture I chose for Day 1.

"It's elementary, dear Watson. The writer staring at us is a Nutjob."

Two 'posters' which I stuck to my cubicle after I cleared my desk for the New Year of work. Not actually posters but the canibalised parts of a folder the PR people gave me. Hahaha. I cut out only the RDJr parts la of coz. The one with Rachel McAdams I buang edy sorry.

Reason I chose the photo: Just trying to psyche me up for work... it being first day at work for 2010 and all. And I am currently a member for life at the RDJr Club of Crazed Fans. One of our life-long goals is the adoration of RDJr and the chanting of spells to keep him alive forever and ever and ever and eveeeerrrr. I mean, if 2009 was the year of celebrity death, then 2010 must be the year of celebrity immortality.

Muahahahahaha. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

But here is another picture I took on the way to the LRT of a very pretty bird actually. But somehow when I snapped this the eyes turned out really, really weird. Kind of like a zombie bird. So since I am currently also obsessed with zombies (it will pass, I am not THAT big a fan of rotting meat walkign towards me wanting to eat my brains, but I am obsessed now because L4D2 is awesome and Zombieland is amazing and Plants VS Zombies is the best game ever created.)

Zombie bird ya'll. Flee. Run. Scarper. You know. Do all that.

Yeah so that's it for today's update. More tomorrow!