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Doggie Party

Last Sunday was Cotton and the pups’ birthday. Yeah, Cotton is Elfie’s Godma-I’s darling dog, and she is the proud mum of *gasp* 8 pups. 4 pups in each litter. Even so, it’s hard to imagine Cotton pregnant with 4 pups in her, seeing how small she already is.

I sent Elfie for grooming just before the party, becuse he is already eye catching enough being the odd one out of the doggies (the rest are Malteses, you see), not to mention him being a messy sight. So Elfie is not almost botak haha. Well, at least he is clean and not messy. So there!

 I was the first to be there, and I was greeted with this scene. Horny Sox at work!

Sox and Cleo, the Chihuahua

 Muffin and Cookie (offspring of Sox and Cleo), and Pillow (offspring of Sox and Cotton, both malteses)

 Elfie checking out something

 Somebody’s butt and somebody. Sorry, i really cannot differentiate who is who in the mass of white. (Update: Godma-I identified them as Snoopy and Pillow’s butt ;p)

 Er… somebody

 Muffin? Cookie?

 Snoopy. Or is this Chloe? Owner is Eunice.

Fiesty Cleo, the Chihuahua

Sox trying to get to Cleo

More guests arriving

Sweet Butter, girlfriend of Chopstix, from the 1st litter of Cotoon and Sox

Cute Sherlock, another odd one out

Another sweet thing, Sasha

See the number of dogs? That’s Chopstix, yet another one of C&S’s 1st litter,

checking out Muffin or Cookie.

A massive bunch of white dogs

Muffin? Cookie? Muffin?

Elfie is tired after chasing Chopstix (a male dog) around for the whole day.

Yes I know, Elfie is abit gayish after sterilisation.

This is definitely Muffin. She is a lap dog! The moment I plonkedmyself o the floor, she jumped onto my lap and sat there for a long long time. But this is not me lah… This is preggy Godma-I.

Little Novey hiding under the couch. She was the most popular dog that day!

DB surrounded by the mass of white upon arrival. Her black Pom Winkie has blended very nicely into the background. Whisper is yet another sweet little thing.

Cake from Awfully Chocolate, and Starwberry Mango Mousse baked by Godma-I

So professionally done hor?

Presents for the pups handmade by Godma-I. So nice hor?

Arlin prepared goodie bags for the doggies. So nice of her!

Inside the bag, there was beef jerky treats ,

a Zenie squeaky toy

Chicken Fillet jerky

Muttz-rrr-ella sticks

Some seafood stuff jerky

Lamb chews

Elfie sure enjoyed himself that day!

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Last Saturday was Father’s birthday. Sometimes, we are quite lost as in how to pay our respects to Father whenever there is a special occasion. Like his birthday. Like his anniversary. Because he had a sea burial, there is no alter, no proper photo like those you see on TV, where we can at least maybe place his favourite coffee and egg tarts there for the day. So how?

So, we went for cakes. We ordered cakes from Secret Recipe. 2nd Sis insisted that I take a photo of the cakes before we ate them.

 My Blackforest cake and 2nd Sis’ Apple Crumble Cheesecake

Mum had salad instead, because she doesn’t like cakes.

 Mum’s caesar salad. Very yummy!

Happy birthday, Papa.

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How To Spot A Good Man II

In my pursuit of a good man, I try to be more aware of how the men around me behave. After Bubble’s theory of how to spot a good man, I tend to look out for the little little things that they do, to make us women feel better in life.

Unfortunately for me, the nice things that I see, only appears in certain scenes on TV. Like the recent Mars Vs Venus, a woman asked a rich-man-in-disguise-of-a-chauffer to act as her boyfriend during her ex-boyfriend’s wedding. When they were in the lift after the dinner, the woman was actually in danger of being ‘molested’ by another guy’s back. You can see her eyes spilling with fear, her face turning green. This is a scene you actually would see very often in real life, in a crowded lift. In this case, the rich-man-in-disguise actually put up his hand to stop the man from stepping any further. How sweet! Now I would call that a good man, wouldn’t you? How often would you see men doing this for their friends, girlfriends, or wives? For me, none.

Eh, you all know what I am talking about or not? Can imagine the scene or not? If cannot….. too bad lah.. haha!

Me on half day today. Bringing mum to the doc’s. She had her usual blood test the other day, and the doc thought there were some unusual signs in her urine tests, so asked her to do a second test. Today will get the results. Hope there is nothing wrong. *cross fingers*

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Good Deal!

I is a happy gal today!

First, I got my Coach bag today. The strap is a little shorter than expected, but still, I like it!

Then, the OE-as-usual YL called to check the price of something from Coach, and she ‘asked how much my bag was selling for in Singapore. $639!!! And I bought it for *drumroll* $386!!!!!!!

Super good deal right?

Me happy happy now.

*Grins from ear to ear*

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My Little Cave

If knowing someone means having to please that someone, putting up with that someone’s nonsense, making sacrifices that you do not wish to make, and ending up making yourself miserable, is it still worth keeping that kind of relationship?

If it is so hard on you, maybe you are better off NOT knowing that someone. Especially since that someone does not mean anything much to you.

I do not wish to make anyone’s life miserable.

I really think I am better off hiding in my little cave for good.

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Slut

Never have I felt so shameless and cheap as I did tonight. Call me cheap. Dirty. Slut. Disgrace. Whore. Whatever. I won’t blame you. For tonight.   

Maybe my dunno-which-ex was right. He said I am a cheap slut that sleeps with every man I know. Maybe he is right.

I am not angry or blaming anyone for what happened. I am only angry at myself. Nothing and no one else.  

For whom it may concern: I am ok. Really. I just need to convince myself to see a shrink before I become schizophrenic. Or I should go for brainwash to remove part of my memory.

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Annonymous

Sometimes, I sort of regret ‘publicising’ this blog too much. I wished I had remained annonymous to everyone, so that no one knows who Rose really is.

But now, because most people who reads this blog knows who I really am, there are certain thoughts that I have to refrain from saying out loud. I know that if I blog about them, some people who read it will have comments, be worried, and start asking me questions. Which is what I want least.

My purpose for starting a blog is simply just to jot down my life. So that when I read it in future, I can remember everything significant, or insignificant thing I did. It is also a venting ground for me, when I need to release some stress and frustrations.

Sometimes, I just need to tell someone how I feel, but I don’t really want anybody to know. And I tend to do it here. It is the same logic as people calling SOS, or chatting on online chat rooms. They want to remain annonynous so that they can say anything and everything they want to, because the other party will never really know who you are. Know what I mean?

Now, I feel trapped, because now, I can’t blog about certain things. I have nowhere else to release all my frustrations, my tears, my sorrow.

Sian….. 

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Super Sian

No mood for partying now.

So many wet blankets thrown at you, I bet you also have no mood.

Might as well stay at home and brood.

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Family Day

It’s my company’s official family day today, and we are allowed to knock off 1 hour earlier than usual, to go home to have dinner with our – family.

So, that’s what I’m gonna do – go home, have dinner with my mum. Before heading out to Velvet to meet the 2 sweeties.

It’s party time!

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Leftover Sugarcane II

I know that many of my friends are starting to worry about my seemingly perpetual single status, when one by one, they start to try to matchmake me.

Unfortunately, despite knowing that my market value drops every second, I still hold my standards high. Not that high, lah. But whenever I am asked ‘So what is your criteria finding a boyfriend?’, the following goes through my mind:

1. Must be tall. At least 170, if not taller. I like tall guys *giggles*

2. Must not be slimmer than me. I don’t want to look any fatter than I already do.

3. Must be stable in his career. I don’t want a bummer.

4. Must be financially stable. I don’t want to loan any guys anymore money. And I don’t want to be the one forking out money all the time, and so, he better be able to provide, and provide well for me.

5. Must NOT be afraid of cockroaches and dogs. Cockroaches because, well, I am afraid of them, so he has to be the one killing them and disposing the body discreetly. Dog, because I own one.

6. Must not be quieter than me. Sometimes I can be really quiet, so if he talks even less than me, good-bye.

7. Must not be self-centered. i.e., cannot always be him, him, him.

8. Must be humorous. I like to laugh, so he must be able to make me laugh.

9. Must be able to take my grouchiness during my PMS. Which can last the whole month at times.

10. A little, just a little MCP. I like my man to be a little chauvinistic at times.

11 . Must be good at sex. Ahahaha! Ok, I am just kidding. Maybe not… Yes I am. Erm… Not really… Ahahaha!

So, am I being demanding or not?

Bubbles once asked me. We were standing at the crossroads, waiting for the traffic light to cross the roads. She said ‘See? There are so many men around us. Isn’t there one that attracts you?’.

I looked around us. True, there are lots of men around me. BUT, all good men are taken; those leftover ones, I don’t want. Muahahaha. So how? If I am not willing to take the leftovers, be prepared to be a leftover myself lor. Simple as that.

If I don’t want to be a leftover sugarcane, I better lower my blardy standards, and prepare myself to embrace someone who is shorter than 170, slimmer than me, quieter than me, waits for me to settle the bills all the time, screams and jump into my arms whenever he sees a cockroach, let me make all the decisions, and wait for me to initiate sex all the time.

I think I will just have to make do with Elfie. Not for the sex part, but out of 11, he makes 10. I think I should be more than happy.

I love Elfie.

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