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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

If I have wings..

Sometimes, life gets so busy that you wonder who you are doing all this for.

I am not whining. I am just tired and I’ll be fine if I go to bed, like now.

Most of the time I hope for more time – just a little more time to do a little more of whatever I like (and detest).

Anyhow, Pebs seems to be having her first heat (or period/menstruation in human terms). Decreased appetite and increased moodiness aside, she have picked up a new habit. SHE LOVES HUMPING MY ARM.

Omg. Whatever happen to my little puppy? She doesn’t do it in rapid motion like how male dogs do (eeks). But slow continuous motion with a frequency of 1 hump per second. Obviously a newbie in this and I am trying all means to break her out of this real BAD habit.

Like smacking her butt when she does. (She’ll stop for a while and do it seconds later.)
And asserting to her that she is F for FEMALE (in human terms nonetheless so I think she is not getting it).

Oh wells. Sometimes I wonder who's the master and who's the dog.

Here’s an analogy. Daughter in her room busy with some work. Father comes home to visit dog in the midst of a busy business day. Father asks daughter to come out of the room to accompany the dog.

Oh wells. I am losing my foothold in the family. Haha.

I was thinking the other day, to finish up my degree without honours, i.e. graduation by end of next semester. Apply for a stewardess job (and expect to be accepted). Fly around and see the world for two to three years (and expect to be worldlier as a result). Then quit and do what I always wanted to do – events.

I mean I rather have some experience out there, be it relevant or not, than to jump straight into an events job knowing nuts and picking everything up from ground zero.

Just a thought. Let’s see if it works out. Goodnight, world. :)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

All about you!

One thing I can’t stand about girls (or perhaps, about being girl): They take offence in little things. Even the most negligible stuffs that people don’t really mean or care about.

Not all of course. Some do.
And it irks me ‘cause I get to bear the brunt of it once too often.

I think I hang out with Collin too much to be influenced by all his weird little philosophies. For the better I supposed.

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I love babbling non stop when The Man takes the wheels.

Min: Tell me about myself, using 5 adjectives.
Collin: Cheerful. Forgetful. Emotional. Active.
(after a very long while)
Collin: Resourceful.

Min: Ok!! I’ll describe you with 5 adjectives?
Min: Dominant. Trustworthy. Practical. Genuine.
(after a very long while)
Min: Loyal.

I conclude it is always difficult to think of the 5th adjective but it is interesting really (to me at least, haha). ‘Cause you’ll never really know how your close ones think about you since most things aren’t articulated but acknowledged mutually the bulk of the time.

So Collin is still in disbelief that he is seen as dominant and I am pleasantly surprised to know that I am seen as a resourceful person.

Try this with your love ones and be prepared to deal with a slightly irritatable him. Haha.

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Another random but this is really funny.

Collin (reading his FA text):
What is Procter and Gamble ah? I keep seeing P&G.
Is it an accounting firm?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Pardon him. He has a wicked sense of humour.

Here's what P&G is about, if you live the same era as er, him.

He must be wondering where his Febreze, Duracell batteries, Gillette Mach3 shaver, Oral-B toothbrush, Pringles, Hugo Boss, Lacoste polo tees and my SK-II facial foam, Tampax, Olay moisturiser, Gillette SatinCare shaver and (phew) Braun epilator come about.

And that's just the tip of the mountain.
Welcome to transnationalism.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

once again, a UG gathering.

School has started – that’s 5 projects this semester - and I still have my Little Red Heels going on. Say, all these factors combined – I really do not have time for blogging anymore.

Fret not, that’s not to say I’ll be closing down this blog (though its current state is not too far/different from closure). Urps. I’ll try to blog whenever I can to keep you lovely friends updated about what’s going on in my little and not-so-interesting life.

Some updates!

Dearest UG met up for some catching up recently. And you can always expect to learn something new each time we meet.

Here’s a good example.

The meetup before this, Ting came bald (again!!) and with an exquisite floral tattoo behind her right ear. We got over that quite quickly.

Then this meetup, Ting came with a new boyfriend. That was okay to all till you realise the boyfriend is her tattoo artist. And she’s planning to do a huge tattoo on her left thigh till her mid calf or something like that.

Omg. Good job, Ting! Haha. You never fail to surprise us!! :)


Eh, there isn’t much to say about the meetup so i'll jump straight to the photos.





You guys are part of the reason why life isn’t that bad afterall.

Much love. :)