Blah blah blah.

I flipped over to the first chapter of my latest read, The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger, and accompanying it is a quote that goes:

Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.

Uh ok. Then I should really be wary of my coming apprenticeship at D*D*B. My top concern now is actually what to wear to work, rather than will my colleagues be nice or will the work be too challenging for me. Yes, I am broke but I've been out shopping for "working" clothes.

They gave me a vague suggestion of the expected dress code: smart and casual (chic but not over the top).

Uh huh. But what do you mean by that. I don’t want to over dress nor under dress on the first day of work. Face it, first impression counts and the most overt expression, other than your physical self, is how you dress.

And it is all the more stressful, knowing it is an advertising firm and the stereotypical impression is of well dress individuals. But well, there is an equally high chance that it could go the other end of the spectrum.

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Digressing, Pebble gave me a shock of my life when I brought her out for a walk yesterday night. Somehow, I lost grip of the leash and instinctively ran to pick it back up.

And as you dog owners should know, it is THE most stupid thing to do ‘cause that will only elicit the dog to run even faster. (Bah, I've already mentioned it was an instinctive act.) As soon as I realized my folly, I stopped and she followed suit.

The leash was pretty long and was like 30cm away from my feet. So when I slowly bent over and tried to reach for it, my clever little bitch realized, ran forward, took a right turn and ventured into the road.

My heart nearly stopped. The next thing I know, I was on my knees in the middle of the first lane. It is not those low traffic road, mind you. I suppose these alert (commendable) drivers saw the rascal and her pathetic owner and switched over to the 2nd and 3rd lane.

So there I was, pleading Pebble to “come here” repeatedly. Pebble stood in the middle of the road seemingly for the longest time and finally decided to take pity of her near sobbing owner and slowly walked towards me.

I don’t even dare move an inch the whole time. She just had to take a few more steps to, yes, as crudely as it sounds, death. (I say this because I have witnessed a dog go under the wheels before. Twice. Front wheels. Back wheels. And the bloody driver didn’t even stop. I blame myself for [1] allowing the dog to cross the road when I have the ability to stop it, [2] for not registering the car number plate - it happened too fast. It is a terrible thing and I hope the driver’s conscience is pricked long and hard.)

Anyhow, I don’t think Pebble understand the intensity of the whole incident. She was still happy after that and wanted to walk on her own when I hugged her TIGHT for the rest of the journey home. Gosh.

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Doggies' Day Out

I’ll be bringing Pebble to Sentosa this Saturday. It’s confirmed. Feel free to bring your dogs as long as you have your own transport over. (And I would lub you deep deep if you decided to pick my dog up as well. Haha.)

Geo? Xiang?

(To Geo: Meng and Fang ain’t coming 'cause Fang have to return home.)

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Lastly, Poseiden is nice. Go watch it.

And may I add that I personally think the worst way to die is to die from drowning. Maybe that’s why I can relate so well to the show. Urg, I don’t even want to think about it.

I'm gonna give 4 out of 5 popcorns. Watch it!