What did you see?

What do you see? A woman spinning in clockwise direction? Or anti- clockwise?

If you see it spinning clockwise, you tend to use more of the right hemisphere of your brain,
and anti-clockwise, you uses more of the left hemisphere.
As for me, strange enough, I see both.

So, what did you see then?

Truly mine

Bought a cheap arpon from Daiso, one of those you see in animes. But to make it truly Japanese kawaiiness, something had to be done. And there, my personalised one of a kind arpon, with nothing but pure cuteness. And to celebrate that, chicken springrolls and Japanese coroquette.

Today, I Bid Farewell

Today, I bid farewell to my three fave softies, hours spent stitching them, giving them names. Now, I've lost them to some evil rice weevil, even their name sounds evil. How did that happened? Well I'm to blame for that, filling my beanies with partially rice and partially cotton, just because I can't find any shops which sells silicon fillings.
The Weevils even tried to nip on Longneck the lil giraffe, and after chewing a small hole in him, found out there's nothing worth eating in there, 100% cotton.
Today, my three fave beans had moved on to a better place, on not, they ended up in the bin *sob*.
The grief was short lived, my snout detected something yummy in the kitchen, and Moo's grilled Cajun prawns managed to cheer me up a lil. Yup Cajun, hence the prawns taste more like chicken than seafood.

Moo's managed to make me laugh as well, lending him a hand in washing the vegetables, and found that his laziness was proven in the basin. He's cut the vegetables with leaves the size of half my face (I've got a huge face) and stalks half the length of my palm.
On the left is lil Longneck, putting up a brave face after losing all his pals, posing with the new bento box we bought from Daiso.

Moo's been a laughing stalk amongst his 'macho' colleagues for using my lunch box..... I'm not surprised,not when this is how my lunch box looked like ...

Pikaaaaaahhhhhh

The event organizers might have intended to explore the sexuality of Pikachu ...

Made in Japan

K my bad, a good portion of the items were stamped with the 'Made in China' label, but who cares, they are still cute enough to make me wanna empty my pockets. Yes, I've found Daiso in the desert (by chance). The address given on their official website doesn't help at all , all I know was their PO box number,.... yah like I'm gotta send them a postcard and ask for directions at the same time!!! I've managed to find the road that its situated on from a local blog, thank God for blogosphere. And while aimlessly driving around for twenty minutes, Moo spotted it across the road only because the traffic lights took ages to change green *phew*.
Though the range of products were pretty limited, heh better than having nothing at all right?

Yup, I've forced my dear cow into having some silly shots taken, but din't inform him that the CCTV is just next to us looooool.

Kept under the Thumb

This time round we've swapped roles, he's the one feeling anxious, while I'm totally chilled out. The moment of truth has been pushed back till tomorrow. He's hopeful, whereas for me on the other hand wouldn't, with expectation, if all fails, would only bring disappointment.

Moving on, during a recent conversation Moo had with Her Evilness revealed that she was diagnosed with pre-cancer symptoms. As told, her doctor advised that she had to attend follow up therapy, *scratch head* therapy for cancer? Nevermind that, she was also told at the end of her last speech therapy session that her phonological disorder had not improved abit, therefore popped another five onto her 'busy' schedule.

Sorry if I lack sympathy when news about her deteriorating health reached us, outta all respect for her, she did in fact raised her son up to be a fine young man, and being a single parent isn't easy at all. Yes, this is the point when the BUT comes in. Raising a kid is one thing, being over domineering is another. For over twenty-five years, she had taken full control of his bank account, arranged jobs for him which starts as early as four in the morning, even on Christmas eves and day.

It's plain manipulation! He ate only what she cooked, do what he was told, having next to no friends to hang out with. And did I mentioned she's evil as well? Knowing that all the money he'd earned goes straight into their joint account, she frequently brought up the subject of deleting his name from her 'will' when she threw tantrum, and occasionally tried to injure herself and threatened to push the blame to him. *sigh* End of the day, she's still his mum, the best I could do was to be a hypocrite when she's around and show her with concerns. Deep down, I just don't give a hack.

Debugging

Meant to upload these pix on a forum which I can't live without, but guess I went in at the wrong timing, admin is carrying out their usual debugging.
Here's the lil kitty which belongs to Sleepy's neighbour. It has some sorta weird routine, meeting up with another cat in the late evenings for a round of cat to cat confrontation. Their usual meet up location has caused much inconvenience to some drivers, right in the middle of the road just after a turn in. Tell me about thrill seekers, these cats are nuts.

Smelled a dead corpse lately?

Just had a rather peculiar conversation with my dad, which sorta explains where I inherited my weird and dry sense of humour from.

Me: Pa, not sure if you still remember, but I've brought some century eggs back with me during my visit earlier this year.

Dad: Ya, what about them?

Me: There's mold growing on the outer straw coating, you reckon they are still edible?

Dad: Well, just have a sniff after you peeled the eggs and you'll know! If it smells like dead corpses, it's not edible.

Me: How would I know? I've never smelled a dead person before!

Dad: You'll know when you smell it,.... (long pause). What are you cooking anyway?

Me: Century egg with minced pork porridge.

Dad: ......... ( can imagine the sweat drop on his forehead)

The conversation ended in a pretty awkward manner, it just showed how much faith as well my dad has towards my cookery skills,......

The eggs smelled fine, and two hours after testing a bowl of my "disgusting porridge", I still live to blabber.

Just Can't Get Enough of Him

Hatched from an egg, lives with an old rabbit, loves seasoned beef with potatoes, hates apples, farts when nervous or angry, can never ever close his mouth. Totally messed up, but just can't help falling for him. Watashi Suki!!!

Domo, what's next?

Received surprising news yesterday while enjoying our freshly roasted chestnuts, hence the surprised - looking new mascot, Domo-kun. This could go both ways, but after weighing out all the pros and cons, we've decided to go ahead with it. Where would it bring us and what? How are we gotta deal with Her Evilness? Would that eventually be our headquarter? We've yet to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it can't be any darker than the present. We'll just have to wait and see how it goes in a month's time.






" Domo Mr J, for paving ahead for us. Hold our hands and give us assurance, show us a glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel. "

Tiny Tiny Boy

People have asked me where on earth did I get my weird msn nickname, *giggles* its all started with to this lil fella.

Stewie a.k.a Mini Martin

How many times have you been to the supermarket and experienced mums dragging a screaming kid down the aisles?
Sitting in a nice restaurant to find the kid from the next table crying for the next twenty minutes just because he wants ice-cream for his main course?
I'm never good with noises, and painkiller is the only blessing which prevented me from strangling those monsters.
And why am I'm posting pictures of lil Stewie? Well, if babies were to gain back some good reputations for themselves, they would have to employ him as their ambassador. He smiles virtually to everything, even when he falls (he's learning to walk at the moment) this lil fellow bravely grab hold of the nearest support and off he went again. Maybe he understands that no one could ever get angry with him long enough, with those eyes staring at ya, could you?

Later better than never

It had been a mad rush coming back to the desert, apparently our luggage had gone missing during the transit from Dubai.
This lil incident truly reviewed the difference between me and my dear Moo, I'm still viewing life with a rather optimistic view while the cow beg to defer.
We were lucky that our belongings were returned to us ten hours later, later better than never.