Bunny go Popcorn

A weird bunny-shaped popcorn to start your day; me and sis at the movies for 'Percy Jackson and the Guy Who Stole Zeus' Thunder But I Don't Care Because Poseidon is Hotter'. Yeah. Sorry its so blur. My sis' hands kenot keep still one.

Anyhows, so I am not asleep, it's late. So the update gonna be brief, with some pictures for your entertainment.

More flowers, also with the handphone camera. Discovered that the camera is only very adequate. But ah well. It never boasted camera prowess so never mind.

One more Lucky picture. He is getting incredibly fat. Or, at least, much fatter than before. Maya is still, I report, not happy. And getting wounds and sores. I am terribly worried. Need to buy disinfecting cream.

So okay I am going to be very busy this next week - but friends, family, colleague, random stranger reading this and thinking WTF - I am always free for some socialising. I think I just discovered how fun it is to go out, have a drink, talk about everything and nothing with a group of friends.

I think I like being an adult.

So till next post, byeeeeee.

Being Hardworking Does Not Pay

But you didn't read that.

Rain outside started at 6pm, JUST AS I WANTED TO LEAVE. The sun was fierce at 5.30pm, but lo! behold! it was a trick. The rain that now traps me inside office is fiercer, and lashes against the windows.... urm, fiercely.

(I HAVEN'T HAD DINNER SO MY VOCABULARY DIED OKAY? DON'T JUDGE ME)

I am afraid it will go on till later, much later.

But since I am here, with nothing else to do, I shall blog.

What shall I blog about?

Oh I don't know. How does a meme sound? And a few videos of some seriously funny shit? Good? Bad? You don't care because you don't read my nonsensical blog posts anyway, and just skip to cute dog pictures?

(of Lucky, especially, because he is now the friskiest, lickiest, stupidest mutt ever?)

Okay.

NAH.

OKAY so I haven't been updating so much

... about anything else BUT Lucky. Can't help it. This is my first step to my Destiny.

For the uninitiated, I am destined to be an eccentric (and hopefully rich) writer with six dogs and a dusty mansion filled with rare books.

*moment of pure bliss*

I simply cannot imagine a couple of kids running around and messing with my books. Maybe if you ask me a few years down the road I may change my mind but for now I rather think I would like six dogs and a dusty mansion-full of books. And the dogs can be mongrels or not; a Jack Russell terrier may be nice but mongrels are fine.

On a side note, a conversation with new intern R and colleague KR made me notice how utterly boring I actually am. My hobbies, after all, are reading, writing, cooking, baking and (yes, sorry, I know) cross-stitching (I don't too much of that no more cuz' I ain't got time).

KR says I am going to make a man a good wife someday but I rather think men don't want wives who happen to be nearly 6 feet tall and have brains of addled old hunting dogs with generally sunny dispositions.

For Chinese boys I think they prefer the delicate Chinese rose with pale skin and long straight hair and with a gentle voice that is never raised when they get excited or happy. Don't think they like the large, tall, loud writer who talks too much and won't admit she's a bit of a romantic. (Oh bugger I just did.)

I think I will wait for my Mr. Right - who, by the way, I envision will love me, just the way I am: height, disposition, odd habits and all. He will look, quite by accident, a little bit like Johnny Depp but that's not a necessity. Hur hur.

I think I just want someone who will see me as is, and like me for it. I know a guy like that - but Fate is also best friends with Irony and so.... (never mind)

Okay so a very long side note. I am distracted easily. ANywaYYYY.

So work is hectic, fun, non-hectic, non-fun, scary, exciting, boring, incredible and amazing all at the same time. I think it can be summed to one word:

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

I think that's how it's spelt. It means exactly what it says. ^^,

Also, I am experiencing that wonderful thing called Freedom for the first time in my life. I can go where I please and do what I please now that my parents have decided I am old enough to not get into trouble but am young enough to get a BIG kick out of having clean fun with friends.

Yeah, so I am not increasing my chances with eligible, nice, single male readers of my blog if I mentioned I am a very naive and cloistered sort of person. I like to believe the best in people. An old NS friend once accused me of being 'lurus bendul' in a very exasperated sort of way.

But give me time okay! I promise I will get in trouble and be exciting and mysterious and sexy (HAHAHAHAHAHA) and all that good, guy-attracting stuff!

*writes down in notebook under How To Be Exciting*

(you're thinking: WTF she has to WRITE DOWN how to be exciting???!! Eh, I write down everything. Journalist mah.)

Okay, so now I am about to ruin my own work-rep. (You know who you are! XP) But if you can't be honest in your blog then where else?

(Oh actually..... on second thought.... HOW ABOUT OTHER PLACES BESIDES THE WWW?)

I have always secretly suspected I have issues. It's been proven.

I think I am going to shut it now.

Goodbye.

Lucky, Baking and Competent Cameras

Allow me to delight you and amaze you with a picture of Lucky. He is now, I happily report, fatter than ever (haha, which is not much, seeing he was really a bag of bones before) and extremely affectionate. He does, however, have abandonment issues, as is witnessed by his over-exuberance at being petted and paid attention to. And his howling when we go out la.

He is admittedly a handful - still not getting along with Maya, who, I unhappily report, still tries to exert control over him, and ending up with a wound on her bushy tail as a result. Dumb mutt.

But in all aspects, he is a good dog. Not much noise, very disciplined (never poops in the house) and very very loving. Still trying to claw our faces off with love and affection, unfortunately, seeing that he's paw reach up to my chest. MY chest. Friggin' long legs.

(like owner, hur hur hur hur)

Ah, and here, we have a picture taken by my 3.2 mp Nokia 5530; very competent indeed. A simple flower taken outside of Grandpa's home in PJ. Yes, my hometown is PJ. I am a KL girl so CNY for me is all quiet streets. Kthxbye.

Anyhows, tis' a quick update really. Oh, and I've been baking like mad. Butter cookies, butter cake, marble cake and a semi-successful cotton cheesecake. Rawr. I'll get even soon!

Yeah ok I have to go cook/prepare/fry fattening foods now.

Bye.

Aiyo Lucky! Lucky! OI LUCKY AAAAARGH NO.

Hello everyone!

My name is still Lucky, and yes, my owner is still a sucker. I've put on some weight (though my ribs are still showing) and I am friskier than ever! Two weeks now, hehe. They are too attached to me to let me go! Ah, life is good. Please. Feel free to 'awwww' at my floppy ear.

Yeah so there is Lucky, still thin, but now part of the family. He has begun to show Maya who is boss, too, and doing some very sexual non-sexual things on her.

Y'know. Like pawing her and biting her neck and jumping on her and stuff. But Maya is a bona fide diva, so she couldn't be bothered with a ragamuffin like him. But yeah. He's adjusting nicely to life with the Wongs; though the same could not be said for the Wongs, who, with the exception of one Wong, is still adjusting to having him paw on them when they leave the house.

Or taking him out so he can take the Browns to the SuperGrass or when he needs a feeding. Which he does. Several times a day.

But he is uber frisky, uber active and supremely pleased with himself. I also suspect he adores me quite a bit - so far I am the only one he will rush to when I call him. I think I am uncomfortable with such love. Maya doesn't love me half as much (she loves my sis more, because my sis feeds her and I, well, BATHE her) and if you think it's ridiculous dogs can pilih kasih then you are clearly wrong because dogs have favorites, just like human beings. So there.

Anyway so yeah. He's busy tripping me over and yanking the chain when I take him out for walks so he's a handful. Really, REALLY deep, forceful bark though. You'd expect that bark to come out of a vicious dog like Bra-man's Kane rather than on a skinny mongrel with a sissy name like Lucky.

AND! He's got this adorable floppy ear. I think I died a little over that ear. Damn cute.

Gong Xi Gong Xi: GODDAMIT ENUFF WITH THE CHINESE BEAT- BOXING ALREADY

In the words of Douglas Lim, I HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC. No offense to those of you who DO like it.

But if you're here at my blog, then you're here because you

(a) read my blog because you have no life

(b) are a friend of mine and thus, read my blog because you have no life (or else you'd be friends with people like D.Lim and D. Iking and all the cool D.s of the world)

(c) share my same beliefs and values and thus, am a friend of mine and thus,

HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC (too).

All that 'tong tong chang' is driving me crazy. If I never hear another 'gong xi' again it will be too soon. Slowly, but surely, I will go stark raving mad from the repetitious, annoying, ingratiating and dulcet tunes of the perpetually festive. Especially the ones they play in shopping malls.

And the worse part is, there is no appropriate pooh-pooh statement for it. Not like Xmas, when you can say Bah, Humbug. But for CNY? What are you going to say?

'Bah...ahh...Pak Choy?"

Nope. Not quite the same.

Yeah so that aside, CNY preps are coming along like a fish in water, or like Lucky on antibiotics. The ingredients for the baked goods are bought, ready to be turned into delicious (though slightly limited) varieties of cookies, cakes and erm, cookies.

So there is saving my mom some money on cookies. ^^, And with waaay better ingredients than what a factory processed bunch of cookies have. At least I use proper vanilla extract, and not vanilla FLAVOURING! (disgusting!). And butter, not, erm, fake cow's stuff. Okay so wrong I shut up now.

Anyhoos.

Here is some festive CNY cheer.

TIGER DANCE! (not the Thai kind. And certainly not the kind with FLESH exposed)

The poor guy being frightened is a member of the events management company that we share an office with.

Rawr. Er. Meow. Er. Oh f-it. Let's just be cute and be done with.

Tiger Dance in the office. Hur hur. Apparently sponsored by Tiger Beer (figures) and cans of Tiger beer was supposed to be downstairs also. But I wouldn't know anything about that, no.

*swig swig*

Ahem.

But that's all for now, folks. I AM looking forward to CNY, despite my grumpiness, and I hope this year will be a good one!

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.