Bad Hair Day?

Can't get any worse than mine...

Rinsing my face,... norm... all I could hear was the splashing of water on my face.

Ten seconds later,... there was this strange sizzling sound next to my ear... weird.

Looked up in the mirror, and my hair was on fire, literally!!!!

How smart of me to place the aroma burner next to the basin....

Bad hair day? Can't get worse than mine.

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Aunt Rose makes me evil (and childish)

After my last entry, I'm convinced that it's fully justifiable slacking off for this entry,... pure rant and no photos.

Just like a mythical werewolf transforms every full month, when Aunt Rose visits, my predatory instinct surfaces, on the look out for a prey to insult/ vent my frustration. Can't seem to find much fault from the Cow today,....

A short conversation with Pea, it seemed that the person who's been making random comments on her most recent status on Facebook turned out to be her class' outcast. It doesn't take more prompting to find out that he's in fact the same numbwit who kept insisting that my sis had been having a crash on him back in school. A nerd with an ego too big for his head.

Pea was curious as to why I'm even entertaining his replies, when he clearly clings onto the slightest bit of attention given by anyone with an opposite reproductive system to his.

I've found my candidate. Thanks to this stunots, it made me feel like a class bully... ending the stream of spamming on Pea's status with sarcasm. Certainly the point was made, the thread ended after my last full stop.

Did I feel childish? Extremely. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But at least that puts the Cow back into the safe zone, and I felt better releasing some stored frustration after all the cramps. It's not easy being Venus.

Hopefully this is not one of those karma thingy that comes back and bite me... This is the second person I've "offended" in such manner, all thanks to Aunt Rose.

Feeling Crap

Feeling rather crap at the moment, punching myself in the chest for something I've done earlier. I knew I had to say it, trying to put it in the most polished manner, but it seemed to have made matters worse.

What only meant to be a word of cautious made my friend worries even more.

Was in a dilemma, if I don't speak my mind, he'd might still be able to walk into the interview room with confidence. But if I choose to remain silent, I'd hate myself for not stepping in if otherwise.

On many occasions I've been stuck in situations whether to choose silence. But in this case, something so important, I choose to hurt. Have I done the right thing? If I'm given a second chance, I might choose to speak my mind still. Only because I care.

Fingers crossed all will work out fine for him, and so would our issues. For we both have a common goal.

Ungrateful

She's gone, without even turning back, without even realising that I'm not beside her.

The ungrateful gal galloped off when her nannies took over her leash.
The ungrateful gal hopped into the back seat once the car door was opened.
The ungrateful gal didn't even look back when they drove off.

I'm glad she enjoys the company of her new friends, but can't change the fact that I'm a nobody to her... sigh.

Heartache

Password please, the usual

Moto GP Nightmare

To describe my weekend, it would just be a bucketful of swear words. That's not one sentence without the F-word the whole 50 mins spent trying to get outta the bloody carpark on Sunday.

Where did I go? To one of the MotoGT down at the circuit. The preliminary on Saturday went through like a breeze, the crowd I would say as compared to Sunday was nothing. When it comes to the actual day, only one word to describe, CHAOS. The poor management, the lousy logistics, even down to the cleanliness of the place just left me with a very bad experience.

In terms of cleanliness, ... went to the ladies and thought it might be my lucky day coz there's only one cubicle left. To my disgust, the toilet bowl was filled with faeces. Fine, I gave it a flush. Further horror,... the by product started oozing out and flooding the tiny space, I had to crawl up the tiny enclosure like I'm the next casting for spiderman,.... GROSS!!!
Queuing up for food and drinks is a nightmare. There's no shelter for the customer under the scotching sun, and even more unfortunate for me, it started pouring when I was queueing for food. Since I'm next, I had to stand there under the rain while the sellers rush to keep their merchandises before serving me. The walk back to the end stand just made me hate the management even more, there's no straight shelters that I could use to walk back. Yes there are temp shelters which I can take, but that means I've to wait till the weather spares mercy (which the rain might not stop till the end of the race). Since I'm already drenched, running back to the stand seemed a better option.

Right,... back at the stand, cold and wet, grab the spare cardi in my haversack and headed to the ladies once again to change outta my wet clothes. Went to the cubicle next to that horrible one which I mentioned earlier (there's only 3 cubicles per toilet in that stand). Disgusted again coz there's just chunks of POO everywhere,... on the wall as well as the flooring... Left with no choice, I started changing, making sure I do not touch any part of the wall. Went out to have my food,.... and saw this brown thingy on my knee... the Cow though it was mud from running back in the rain,... but I knew better.........................

After the race, headed back to the carpark to get outta the damn place. Some (plural) mutha *BEEP* *BEEP* SOB decided to park where ever the hell they please. Some places the cars were stacked 3 deep with no means of getting out, basically everyone was blocking everyone else in. So its not as if we could leave if 1 of the arseholes turned up, we had to wait till every mutha *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* came back before anyone could leave. The peeps being trapped I would say its like 40- 50 cars? (could be more). Yes, peeps started getting frustrated, we have to wait till all those *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* arseholes decided to find the auspicious time they wanted to leave then we can go..... *BEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

50mins,... that's how long after the race we had to wait till those bastards returned to their cars... bear in mind that it took us 5 mins to park up.

Out on the main road, the first lane was taken up by taxis and mini buses waiting for their passengers, third lane were parked up cars. AND SOME *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* driver stopped and parked his bloody coach in centre of the middle lane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Never again over my dead body would I turn up for next year's race!!!!

Private Rant again,...

Damn I'm so gutless,... password please. The usual.

Disappointment

Facebook, entertaining, burning much of my hours on games and random stuff.
Keeping in contact with my friends and family online, sharing all the ongoings and gossips.

Not to mention showing off the great vacation pictures with everyone.

Received a call from Cow this morning, saying that he saw a friend of ours being tagged in an album.
Disappointment, they were in town, just a stone throw from ours.
Despite we've opened our doors to him, sending out our invitation if he ever wanna drop by, he's always welcomed, he hasn't got the time.
He's passed by once, but as he mentioned that he's not familiar with the area, therefore dare not leave his group to wander around.
Fair enough, that's absolutely understandable.

This time he's just a stone throw away, and not even a call.
Are we really such a pest? I felt as though we were not wanted.
It's pretty difficult to describe how I'm feeling at the moment.
A friend of more than 15 years,.... that's all I can say.

On several occasion when I went home, he asked as if with great interest if Cow's going back with me.
I thought he missed him, or maybe I've just read it wrong.

At least now I know.
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***** Responding to some tag on my chatbox in defence:

No I did not expect that friend to come over to ours knowing the fact that he's not familiar with the area. That's just inconsiderate.

I got bad grades for Geography, but I still know that KL is bigger than Singapore. But still, thanks for the reminder.

And if all can be based on assumptions, that it would be convenient for me to assume that from now onwards this friend of mine is either busy at work/ on course/ doing his assignment/ blah blah blah and and not call in case I trouble him.

And yes I'll stop asking, if I do, it just seemed that we're desperate and begging him to come over. No, we are not running a bed and breakfast, we are not desperate for customers. Door closed... Being a homemaker doesn't necessary means I'm boring my mind off, I can jolly well use that time to do things of my interest. It doesn't make a difference if he comes over or not, just felt like pinching myself over why on earth am I getting my blood pressure up over it.

Sigh, case close, I shall speak no more of this matter on my blog. I don't wanna wake up tom with white hair. Vented my anger, off to bed...

What oh What am I to Her?

The house feels empty without the rascal and Cow.

Flying home tomorrow, and since Cow has no time this week for Yumi, she was sent to Yen's (our home boarder) till Saturday.

Wondering if she'd miss me,... my worries were for nothing, in fact I felt used. All this while she might have just taken me as her food cum treats vending machine... *sob*

The moment she went into her vacation camp,... I was nothing. The sight of her doggie friends and all the new smell,... she totally let her fur down and ran around like some lunatic escapee from a mental institute!!!
She din't even come to the gate to bid us farewell, ermmm, when Cow sticked his hand through the gate to pat her, she actually ducked!!!

I was taken aback,... sigh, what am I to her?

Chickpeas

** This is a private rant **

Meditating

One on my left, one on my right, and one in front.

Six mozzie bites later, swelling up like a balloon, showered and floured myself with talcum powder. Went to bed feeling a tad better.
Tossed and turned, in totally darkness danger lured at a corner. Five minutes later, another bite on my arm and one on my finger ... It's just impossible to sleep with eight bites. Frantically scratching non-stop, I'm like a monkey filled with ticks.

Now sitting here in the living room, the house's smoking with three mozzie coils, one on my left, one on my right and another in front.
Meditating with mozzie coil, my eyes are starting to mist. The price to pay for a "itchless" nap, hope I don't die from intoxication.

Updates

The past two weeks had been a nightmare for both canine and humans, canine has to be confined from reaching for her toys and jumping around, not to mentioned she's banned from the porch area as well. Humans? Well we'd to put up from the grumpy spayed bitch, oh and her whines.

At long last, she's been given the approval (by moi) to have her torture device removed. She once again a free canine.

What ya about to see or hear in the clip below is just a small taste of what I've to face everyday. Yes, she's once again managed to score a ball in the hole under the couch. No, I dunno what she's managed to kicked in, coz this is the sixth time that night and I can't give a crap.

Password Please

Last bit of energy

I'm now writing this entry with my last remaining bit of energy . The exhaustion accumulated during the past few weeks (especially the last) is now taking its toll.

Starting from senior's visit, to Yumi's operation, Cow's friend's short visit, and now the worsening of Yumi's wound. As for senior's visit, well I won't go into anymore details, those trusted friends you should have the password, go read for yourself. Cow's friend is a really nice chap, that's all I'm gotta say. So leaving Yumi's operation and her recovery progress, that oh boy I'll write an essay with my last breathe.

Right, to begin with my essay, Yumi was sent in for spaying last Saturday, well I'd no problems with my vet back at home, but here,... the vet just somehow made things worse for us.

If you'd like to see how bad Yumi's current condition is (that's if you have digested your last meal), just click on the link below and key in password "Please gross me out".

Show Me the Photos

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Day 1: Sent her in for operation at noon, was told to call back at 4pm to check if we can fetch her home that night. Rang up and was informed that she's still under surgery!!! . Fine, called them back at the time I was told. "They" informed me that she's still drowsy from the anesthetic no choice but to keep her for the night. I've strictly asked for them to walk her before the clinic shuts at 9.30pm as first of all she's outdoor trained, and secondly the drip during the operation might be too much for her bladder to take (that's if they even gave her a drip)... Called again at 9pm with the same set of instruction. Oh before I forget, asked them how's Yumi taking her experience being caged up,...... the caller on the other end of the line reply, "Oh she's taking it really well, in fact she's more eager to play than anything!" It doesn't help that everytime I called, with the self introduction of, "Hi I'm XXX, I'm checking on my DOG which was sent in this ...." and they would come back to be after 15 seconds of putting me on hold and ask if my pet was a cat or a dog. Cow advised that I should have told them that it was a goldfish. At that point, I was starting to get really worried.

Informed them that I'll pick Yumi up at 10am the next day (since the clinic opens at 10), lady on the line explain that the staff needs to clean up the cage before Yumi can leave so I can only pick her up at 11am,... WTF since when does the patient in hospital has to wait till the nurse and cleaner clean up the room before discharge? What kinda screwed up logic is that?
After much negotiation, they agreed to let me pick her up at the time I requested.

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Day 2: Went to the clinic at half ten, giving a 30 mins leeway for them to prepare for her discharge. Was asked if I wanna get a E-collar for her,... the counter staff shut up after my comment, "E-collar,... isn't that an absolute MUST after a surgery? So you are telling me that its optional?" Lady then asked me to wait as they try to fit the collar I just "bought". Fine, told them I'll be running to the shops opposite the street to pack some lunch. Back at 11am, asked them where Yumi's at and ... was told she's now taken out for a pee... ... ... ... don't think they got my instructions from last night, well, and from 10am till 11am,... one hour,... really felt like strangling that *BEEP* behind the counter.

Asked for a letter of proof for the spay, "Oh you have to wait for 2 weeks, come back in 2 weeks' time." Err.... do you need a solictor to write it for ya?

Finally I get to see the distressed canine. Outside the clinic, questioned the assistant if Yumi's nails had been trimmed as requested, her reply just made them look even more unprofessional, "Oh it still look abit long" Ya, underlying statement, "Oh *BEEP* !!! forgot to do that". She then dragged out the poor groomer and trimmed her nails outside the clinic. Not the groomer's fault since he hasn't been given the task in the first place.

One BIG mistake I made, asked her how's the wound. She got the groomer to lift my canine up. Thinking she's just trying to point to me, I din't think twice to stop her. Before my brain can catch up with my eyes,... she peeled up the med tape on the wound, liken tearing off a piece of waxing tape,... and it sounds like it as well ... YOU *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* ,... do you have to go to such extend to show me? Speechless, I left as quickly as my wounded canine could walk.

Back at home, canine drank a whole bucket of water. Can't help but to be convinced that she hasn't been given food nor drinks the whole stay with them.

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Day 3: Yumi's doing ok I suppose, she finished all the food I cooked for her. Mixed veg, tofu, pork, and some kibbles. She's drinking alot too, But her wound is slightly sore. No problem on the whole.

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Day 4: Her wound isn't looking good, its swell up even more and it's reddened. Oh did I mentioned that the vet refused to give me any antibiotics for her? They said that being such a MINOR operation, giving her a dose after the operation should be sufficient... BULLOCKS!!!

Brought her back to the clinic, vet tried to squeeze her wound to see if that's any fluid from the swell. Nope, none so ever. The *BEEP* vet wasn't convinced, squeezed a few more times, now I see blood. The vet felt my laser beam eye and quickly stopped. Was given a course of antibiotic and some pills to relieve the pain and bring down the swell *FINALLY*. Kept Yumi under supervision to prevent further licking of her wound and most of the night she's alright. Her e-collar has been off since yesterday and she has been doing well.

Just as I turned my back, she sneaked quietly to the porch. Went out and found her licking her wound.
*Flash back to few months ago* When Yumi was having her first heat, she diligently licked and cleaned every trace of blood. Now with the blood from the wound *all thanked to her vet* she's starting to clean it.

From that incident on, blood just kept dripping like a leaking tap. I've no choice but to put the e-collar on her. With the device, the dumb canine din't dare to lay down, so sleeping was somehow outta the question. I had to cradle her like some baby till she's too tired and totally off guard, then gently pushing her to the ground with the head resting on her bed. But even with that, the longest she'd sleep was not more than 30 mins. It's gotta be a long night.

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Day 5 (Today): There's still a bit of blood from the wound, I'm starting to apply the cream given more often than asked. The bleeding went down. She's refusing to drink, eat and pee with her e-collar on. Nope, the hunger strike isn't gotta work for her this time. Beaten by exhaustion, managed to get force her to lay down next to me, her legs are starting to kick, good sign of her resting and dreaming. Sigh, I'm gotta get some shut-eye before the four-legged wakes up. Will rant more on her post-op recovery progress when I'm slightly more recharged.

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PS: I've just tried taking her e-collar off (had to bring her out for a quick relief), despite its necessary, I totally regrated it. All the yelling and screaming just to stop her from licking her wound. Putting the e-collar back was a nightmare, spent *BEEP* *BEEP* 30 mins to do it and not to mention she's totally freaked out yet again *sigh*. Manage to get her some treats and medication before popping the lampshade back on her.

Wrong Frequency

Password holder only

3 Hours of Powerlessness

I've survived to tell the story...

For the past two nights the emergency light in the hallway has proven its worth. One black out the night before, three the previous. It's kinda obvious since all the street lamps were dead, so once those peeps got the hint, the power came back within less than half an hour.

The worst I've to say would be today, a hot sunny (really sunny) late morning, with no fan, no air-conditioning, no cold drinks (din't wanna risk bringing down the temperature in the fridge). For a whole straight 3 *BEEP* *BEEP* hours. To make it even more unbearable, I'm stuck with only one *BEEP* cup of coffee coz I can't use the electric kettle to make another .... Why do I have the bad feeling that those fellas didn't even notice that the power's off?

Without electricity for 3 hours, even Yumi's complaining about the heat. What can I do without TV and internet? Sigh.... Finished the latest edition of my photography mag which was sitting at the corner collecting dust and started off the first few page of this book I bought which I never had the motivation to turn the pages. Oh and some mango to distract me from the rashes on my body from the heat.

Cow's kinda oblivious to all our torture, he's resting his back in slumberland. I've managed to convince him to skip work today. Since returning to work (which I did warn him not to) the condition of his back hasn't improved, instead it took a turn for the worse. Well I did had a go at him last night with all the "See!!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!!". As for today, I'm glad he heed my advice.

Sighing

Sighing is as natural as a yawn to me, just a ball of gas that needs to be let out.

It's a habit that takes place subconsciously, to the point that I might not even notice it's happened.
The sigh count mostly increased when my mind isn't stimulated enough, meaning I'm bored. Or those times when things were beyond my control, sighing is like a way to relieve my mind.

Never have I experienced being blamed for such a small gesture. It's not like I'm kicking a fuss over nothing, or smashing stuff when I'm frustrated (my way of venting anger, it worked all the time, I'm pretty destructive when my mood gets really bad). Got the blame for someone else's assumption, my sigh was taken as the last straw,... an issue of bad timing when the ball of gas was let out.

Unjustified is all I can say. Apology accepted, but still the fact that such a small gesture ended me up with a bad migraine and not to mention wasting forty minutes to resolve the issue which wasn't even started by me,.... I can't control myself but to let out another silent sigh.

納悶

今年的跨年好平凡，好無聊。
2008 就這樣過了嗎?
没有倒数，也没派对。
零八就這樣溜走了吗？

情趣都到哪去了？
我開始討厭 xbox 。

Inhumane

Pea's here and she hasn't been around much this trip, dragged ourselves down to The Curve for the afternoon.

Since we're there, dropped by Pet Safari in Ikano Power House. The visit left us horrified and it was one of the rare occasions that I left the store empty handed.
Shortly existing the exotic pets section, we chanced by tanks of supposedly 'cute' hamsters and chinchillas. Upon closer observation, a lot of them were disfigured. Loads of them had eye infection and some so bad that part of their face has rot.
Each of the tanks contained easily 30 hammies (could even be more) and there's one drinking bowl in each individual closure. There were dead hamster in one of the bowl, and a dead foetus in the other two, the discovery left us speechless.

At this point one loud mouth dark-skin gal hopped passed screaming ,'The hamsters are sooooooooo cute, so cute. The hamsters are soooooo cute!' I turned round and replied,'Gal, have you not opened your eyes and look? The poor hamsters are drinking from a bowl with their dead siblings in it. Have you not looked? The hamsters' face were rotting?' No, she's too pre-occupied to even hear me.

There were signs in the store saying photo-taking is prohibited, is that their way to stop letting people know how badly the animals are treated? Just because the hamsters are one of the cheapest 'merchandise' they've displayed doesn't give them the excuse to abuse nor neglect them.

Minutes

Time sure flew quick, its coming to the end of my visit home, wished I had slightly more time to visit my friends. The week was just packed with errands and activities.

Day 1: Arrived home late due to flight delay, as usual catching up with Pea ended at 5am. Really tired the next day.

Day 2: Busy shopping for outfit for GP and Mag's wedding. Managed to find a descent dress from Mphosis and a pair of heels from Charles & Keith. Paid a visit to the nail parlor, fell madly in love with OPI's F15, can't seem to find the colour anywhere in the shops. After googling, found that they have a branch in Sunway Pyramid, would deffo head down when I'm back.

Day 3: Woke up at 7.30 am, left home, found out that I've forgotten to bring Lee's flashgun. Went back home to fetch it, later realised I've forgotten about my backup 4GB compact flash card, went home again. Reached his flat, (sigh) forgot my spare batt. After all the hassle, only reached his place at 8.30am despite he stays one block from mine. I blame my absent-mindedness to the lack of sleep, only managed to rest for 2 hours the night before.
Half way through their tea ceremony, I announced my departure, I seemed to be getting in everyone's way. Went straight to the salon for a trim. Nap for a bit and off to their wedding dinner at King Copthorne. The night ended with another round of drinks at the Piano Bar with Rohde, Angel and Zenn. Rohde was nice, footing the bill for the 3 ladies and chauffeuring us back.

Dar 4: Went Sim Lim to pick up 8 xbox games and a new console for cow.

Day 5: Picked up wallet from Coach, dropped by Takashimaya squeezing along with the rest of the shoppers, shopping and more shopping.

Day 6: Woke up late at 3pm, reached the salon at 5pm. I'm the last person to leave the salon at 9pm, hates rebonding.

As for my plans for tomorrow, more shopping awaits. Sigh. There's hardly any time for me to breathe, let alone meet up with my pals. Feeling rather guilty as well that I'm not spending enough time with Bubble. Spend a good 45 mins walking him this evening to make myself feel better. Will be treating him to some long deserved snacks and greenies tomorrow.

Reading the above post, I just realized that I sounds more like I'm writing the minutes for a very boring meeting. If only there was more time, if only.

No Time to Chill

Flying home in a couple of hours, so not looking forward to the hassle of rushing to the airport and all. Since its just a short six days visit, my luggage is next to empty. But coming back might be a problem, since the shopping list is a page long.
Don't think I'd be able to blog for the next week or so, would be too busy running errands.
Sigh, I'm starting to dislike airports, the hassle, mad rush, all the preparations, I'm starting to dislike flying too. *sob*
Just wanna put up my feet and relax, but that's no time to chill.
Off to do laundry before the cow comes back, then we'd be zooming to the airport.