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| Friday, September 29, 2006 |
| Ah ha! |
Found the source of the confetti created yesterday. It was taken from a paper bag below my desk. Saw Suki tearing up a bill at around 3 plus in the morning while I woke up for toilet break. Well, I've prevented a confetti filled floor this time.. hahahaha....
I've since moved it to a higher place. Yes, my own fault for being careless. Ah well... Problem solved... |
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| Thursday, September 28, 2006 |
| Confetti!? |
When I woke up this morning...
I found confetti on my floor... confetti of bills and envelopes... Courtesy of my darling doggie, Suki. Didn't know how she can reach those pieces of paper high up on the table. Maybe the wind blew them on the floor or something. But one thing I know, some of my bills came from my bag which has a second function for storage of old bills and atm transaction receipts and all. It was placed near my bed within her reach.
Tonight I have to go home and jigsaw some of the receipts together since one of them, the biggest piece that's being shredded to bits belongs to my aunt. Die... I hope i can piece them back otherwise to get a copy of it again requires payment of some sort.
Well.. I can only blame myself for being careless not placing a paperweight on these documents... Now that I have learnt it the hard way... It's time to file my documents over the weekend.... |
| posted by Oink @ 9/28/2006 11:42:00 AM |
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| Tuesday, September 26, 2006 |
| Revival of love |
She looks mesmerizing in this MV when dressed in Victorian royalty style. It's been a while since I saw a beautiful MV of a love ballad like this. |
| posted by Oink @ 9/26/2006 11:28:00 AM |
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| Monday, September 25, 2006 |
| Gold mine!? |
Sometimes I really wonder...
Why do people think my finances are above average? When I have to pay for my own university tuition fees, house which I'm paying with my CPF, giving my mom some money for her MJ, caring for my baby (Suki) and my meagre expenditure. On top of the fact that I have to save for my 'rainy days'.
Do I have a huge block of Gold hidden in my closet that I can chip away when I'm low on cash? I seriously hope so... Then I can shop like every other week for new clothes, shoes and bags instead of just buying pure necessities and wearing clothes that have been in my wardrobe since poly days and only buying shoes when they have totally worn out. I have not shopped for so so so long...... I have chosen now to only satisfy my needs not wants...
Being careful with my finances had caused people to think that I'm materialistic in a way and stingy sometimes. (No, I'm not stingy with my pals though)
But I don't care since I'm the one with the last laugh. Ha! |
| posted by Oink @ 9/25/2006 12:38:00 PM |
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| Thursday, September 21, 2006 |
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Sometimes it's difficult being a person, being especially me.
When I actually speak nicely about how i feel about this certain issue... I'm deemed the 'blamer'. Having remarks like 'I had an argument with so and so because of this and now you, why can't you understand I do not have a choice' kind of sentences. I mean everyone has a choice. Your own life is run by you and solely you even though factors might change it but ultimately it is you who takes charge of the happenings in your life. It is you who chose the decisions that you make and the path you take to make your life more fulfilling.
Its ironical especially when I'm trying to accept things as it is and be nice and understanding... I'm being deemed as the 'blamer'... again by giving an attitude and being sarcastic, which in the first place I did not. (perhaps I should have)
So am I like trapped? or am I trapped! I'm like being handed the angel and devil role and having to play it at the same time. It's so tiring since being either nice or bitchy during such situations will gain me anything or solve anything.
Sigh.... I will definitely put an end to it if it happens again by being me, the usual me. Does not even matter if I regret it, which in any case if I am me I believe I will not regret, being true to myself. |
| posted by Oink @ 9/21/2006 04:26:00 PM |
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| Wednesday, September 20, 2006 |
| The wonders of science |
| Hate bittergourd and the likes? Find out why? |
| posted by Oink @ 9/20/2006 12:07:00 PM |
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| Tuesday, September 19, 2006 |
| Devil wears Prada |
Wonderful chic flick. I'm still recovering from 'high'...the sensory overload of absolutely gorgeous clothes, shoes, bags, accessories and men... hahahaha... Don't mind watching it again... anyone wanna bring me out for movies!?
On top of that..Meryl streep ( did i spell her name correctly??) is still looking good for her age and her acting skills have yet to start aging.. |
| posted by Oink @ 9/19/2006 10:22:00 AM |
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| Monday, September 18, 2006 |
| How could you? |
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US$7,000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides,stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us,of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.
A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE |
| posted by Oink @ 9/18/2006 04:17:00 PM |
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| Thursday, September 07, 2006 |
| Forbidden City |
Yes yes... I'm going to watch the play today. It's a cheap deal. Sort of like watching a full dress rehearsal. Hopefully not much technical glitches. I bought the tickets for only $68 dollars...*is it $68?* Hmmm... Ya I think it's $68. *happy happy happy*
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| posted by Oink @ 9/07/2006 09:53:00 AM |
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| Wednesday, September 06, 2006 |
| *Smack*...Right in the face |
I deserved it. A big punch right between the middle of my eyes for being helpful.
Acting on a comment made by the people up there. Helping the sick her who is on MC.
Morning...
Me: Boss, XX is having flu so she on MC today.
Boss: Oh... *comments that her work is on a tight urgent deadline Talks to other colleague and commented to her that XX is sick AGAIN.....
Me: I'll see what I can do since I know where she puts her stuff.
Boss: Alright. Let me know if you need any help on it ya.
Me: nods...
After lunch...
XX: Why can't you wait till I come back then do? Since I told you I'll be back at ard 1.30pm. Why place all the things together and not separately? What's the point? I will have to redo it again. *black face*
Me: I did it in a rush this morning since the LJ was only working on half day leave and if it's not for I would not have done it. I could jolly well do my own stuff.
XX: *BLACK SMELLY FACE*
Me: Do you still want me to follow up? Can you print out the list for me? I will follow up and change it to the way you wanted it to be done.
XX: No need to.... since I have to repeat it again. What list? *I pointed to the list* You want.. you go do it... and shut HIS (aka my boss) mouth. *black smelly face*
Me: He did not say anything. So I will go and do my own thing then. * struts off*
Stupid me... Why should I give a heck and help others who don't appreciate it and in turns bite my head off. So what if you are sick, does that mean that you can give people who try to help you a Black Smelly Face for saving your arse!?
If that's the case then behold, I'll let your arse get burnt and not render my help again..... |
| posted by Oink @ 9/06/2006 02:34:00 PM |
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