::BABY:: Where is my mummy?

I don't have the habit of getting my hair trimmed regularly. But once in a while, whenever I do get to my salon, I let my hairstylist make decisions for my hair. This time round was no exception, EXCEPT I didn't realise I now have a little boss to 'report' to.

 

This was before I had a haircut

 

Ivy suggested I go for the bangs look, and then pretty much went on to decide for me on the cut.

Since cut + wash + dye + blow would take too much time (I always stay past opening hours whenever I dyed my hair previously), she suggested I make another appointment to dye my hair since this time round I also want to bleach it (for a funkier color ;p)

 

But here's what Part 1 of my visit to the hair salon resulted in:

 

Major perplexed/confused baby who stared at me and then broke into a cry when I started speaking to him. Poor baby must have been so confused at this motherly figure who looked so much like but yet not exactly like his mummy!

Thursday evening: My mum had to help put him to sleep that night..

Friday: His face cringed when he saw me the next morning, only giving me a slight smile when I lifted up my fringe and thereafter ran into the safety of his gong gong's arms.

Sat: I was out on Friday night and he was already sleeping when I got home. He didn't get to see me until Saturday morning. Well, he did see me when he woke up for night feeds, but he's usually half awake during those feeds. But somehow, I guess he was still preoccupied with the weird mummy figure, he didn't sleep well that night. Some time in the night, he came and peer over the me lying down (hair difference not obvious) and smiled at me. And then lie down in contentment beside me. It was hot, he flipped and flipped and couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up to close the windows and on the aircon. That was it. He didn't see his mummy get up to close the windows. He saw the weird mummy and proceeded to crawl towards and sleep nearer to papa N -_-"

 

In the morning, he wasn't afraid of me anymore. He gave me a death stare and wouldn't let me touch him!

 

Took me a while to reintroduce myself to my baby!

Here's to our successful reunion!

Now, should I go ahead and dye my hair purple??!!

::CONFESSION:: Finding Time to Stay Active

I will come clean about this.

I have weight issues. Never expected myself to have to say this, since I am not one who puts on weight that easily. But the last bit of the pregnancy weight just refused to go off!

I attribute it to many factors post birth.

#1 was the highly nutritious and big meals I had consecutively for 30 days while I did my confinement. Each meal consisted of a fish, a meat, a veg, a soup (usually with meat too!) and rice. And each day, I take at least 2 naps because I was just sooooo tired and super in need of a recharge for milk production! I am pretty sure that continuous bingeing and laid-back lifestyle contributed to some stubborn excess deposits.

 

#2 was the lack of exercise I desperately needed to kick off some metabolism during the initial few months because I was nursing a bloody stitch somewhere O_o

 

#3 was the lack of exercise thereafter because I was the primary caregiver to D, plus I was still nursing and it felt odd to let my baby drink milk that might contain lactic acid. And it was a waste to throw away my very precious output!

 

#4 was the lack of time for exercise thereafter when D started to get really clingy, and as we try to settle ourselves into some sort of after work routine that leaves no time for an evening run. And plus some personal inertia la.

 

So basically, I didn't have many chance to GET ACTIVE! I never believed in dieting or diet pills. But as a last resort, I tried to get my doctor to give me some pills to kick start the whole weight loss process. Yet she refused and told me to give myself some time and try to do some exercise! So for a month after I went to her, I worked hard. I hit the gym 2x a week during lunchtime. Then we went BKK. And we hit the gym + pool daily. I went back to her a month later for fats analysis and was very happy that they went down by 5% point! BUT the weight still remained the same! :(

 

Sometime in August, girlfriends wanted to go on the trail. I felt a bit guilty about leaving D behind while I went out on my own. But I did it anyway. I need to manage these mummy-guilt if I want to start getting active! 

 Those extra 4kgs. Seen. Right. Here!

 

My gym membership is expiring this week.

And after much consideration, I think I will extend it again just so I can still get some workouts done during lunchtime. It doesn't work out economically now that I cant attend classes and am just using the machines for that hour slot. But at least it gets something going for the body. I am looking at some form of child deposit so I can attend a class or 2 over the weekend.

 

Here is that 4 kg in a more compact situation (posture la). It actually doesn't look so bad if I stand properly... But so far 3 colleagues have asked if I am expecting #2 -_-"

Please let my belly fats grow into the ass.

Let's hope I can show some transformation pics sooooooooooon!

Year of the Water Dragon!

So the question of the year for us was

"When are you guys going to have a baby?"

Barely 2 months after our wedding, and having at least a cute little toddler or a preggy in each house we visited, what are the chances of aunties pointing their darts towards you? Apparently still quite high. o_O"  

So 2 months into marriage, I think we are still tackling the harder questions in life.

That of living together trying not to kill each other with the different habits at home.
We have no problem having the toilet seat up or down, no problem with squeezing the toothpaste from top or bottom. Our major problem - different expectations of cleanliness. That, is a daily bicker topic hubs and I share in our lovenest. About a month or so ago, I had to hold my breath, overcome my fear of sticking a toilet brush into the toilet bowl (and thereafter taking it out again = YUCK) to do the chore of scrubbing off the yellow stains that the hubs had pushed far long enough for me to continue bearing the sight of and nagging at. I mean, I dont want to grow into a naggy old woman :( So I overcame my psychological fear and went ahead to do it. But I did remember to whine and complain after performing the arduous task of scrubbing the toilet bowl :(

And just yesterday, I threw away a 2-week old unused pail of water that the man had lovingly prepared and proudly exclaimed "I already prepared the water for mopping the floor! I will mop tonight after we send Murphy home!" - major scorepoint on the wife's scoreboard especially since he had also just vacuumed the floor....fast forward to the same night that we came back from sending Murphy home and then to 2 weeks later, the pail of water was left UNTOUCHED :x
Lesson learnt: dont count your chickens before they are hatched.

So yeah. We are still fighting a cleanliness battle at home, trying to accomodate to each other's habits. So as for the baby question, we tried to give those adults a satisfactory answer = signs that we are trying. So we gave positive replies like:
Soon. Next year. We ll try. Smile. Look at each other, "hor?"

And as to whether are we ready to accomodate a little one in our lives, I guess we ll have to come to terms with each other first and answer to that later!

His Gifts

The Rainbow and The Sunshine

God gave us A Big Gift on our wedding day. There was a huge rainbow right outside the window of our suite while I was doing my bridal makeup :)

The myth says that if it rains when the bride steps out of her house, then she is stingy. As unwilling as we are to partake in any form of beliefs based on ungrounded myths and traditions, I am thankful the rain did hold up till we reached the hotel and ended just before the dinner. Positive reinforcement to ungrounded myths is always willingly accepted, heh! ;p And so, I live to pass on this myth to the next generation.

The Snow

The japs didnt promise us snow as they werent expecting any during this period. But we saw snowflakes falling down from the skies when we reach Karuizawa. Boy, it was lovely!

Mannny pictures from The Wedding and The Honeymoon but will have to wait till the laundrys are cleared, the house packed, gifts given and Murphy settled >.<" We have only done 2 loads of laundry and have 2 more to go! Misery is lengthened because we had to pack for The Summer and The Winter and have a mixture of colored/black/white and cotton/linen/chiffon/wool bundle within the laundry basket = cannot mix together and wash!

UKULELE - Should I?

I ve never been into music. BUT tt's tough to reject the offer to pick up one of these babies....because they come in yummy colors like PINK and BLUE!!!!

But with my hands full of many other things like the latest camcorder we ve got (I still havent found time to LEARN to video edit, convert ALL videos from our Melaka trip from avchd to a user friendly version), like setting aside a 3-hour kitchen time to make my inspiration cake and not to mention a new and upcoming 2-hour per weekly commitment....

I really have to resist the urge to pick up the Ukulele.

Although I am quite inspired by Sungha Jung now.. Go google him up in youtube :)

::Nigelrene Loft:: TEAMWORK

Gymming 2 times a week is fine

Gymming 2 times a week and mummychores 3 times a week is fine

Gymming 2 times a week, mummychores 3 times a week and 'household chores' every available other time of the week is energy sapping!

It is certainly tough juggling between a gym schedule, a mummychores schedule and a home building schedule. And that's even before renovations commence! We soon found that we are literally energy-sapped from doing all the 'household chores'.  So we try to hit the big screen at least once a week to keep our sanity in check, though we usually end up in some kind of electronics store to check out gadgets for the home *gags*

We ve decided to try out something different tonight to make maximum use of OUR time BEFORE our big late night movie date! Taking the cue from "How many man does it take to change a lightbulb?"

ONE!!!!

SO, the man's gonna hit the gym by himself tonight ,while I go check these babies out! Sucha win-win situation, I m sure we both make a great team!

 

GSS gives us even more reason to shop now ;) And I think he s leaving most of the aesthetic aspect up to me....so I hope I dun break our own piggy bank ;) I think I will still ask him for his opinion after his workout ;)

Pfffft

It's easy to become lazy!

And not realise you are growing sideways until a visit to the salon and your favorite stylist asks you if you d put on weight.

6 weeks of inertia getting back into the fitness regime after a 1-week + 1-month off pass which started from a purrrrrfect vision correction and then a flying fox landing misshap which gave my workout partner a bad knee.

And I cant give up my food indulgence 

*BURPS striploin steak + grilled seabass + lime chiffon cake luncheon and fan choy + BIG pau brekkie*

Seriously need to do something about it soon 

Life's grumbles

You know how when you are free, you are really free for the whole day because nobody asks you out. But when you are not free, everybody seems to want to go out.

Here's my schedule for coming Saturday. O_o" 

Sadly...we ve gotto skip the joyous celebration of Char's housewarming and Beth's first month. That would still leave us some in-between breathe time. And YES! I am finally staking my claim over this year's Valentine's Day present!! :) Perfect Eyesight!! Am gonna kiss The Bag goodbye though, but I can definitely give up a bag for a chance to see the world clearly! 

Gotta save that moohlah for things in Our Home! We ve shortlisted a door system and the decking wood type for our balcony. That's gonna burn a hole in our pockets..

Over to the real wedding preps, nothing much has been done in the month of March except for shortlisting a bedframe and (still) trying to do up the guestlist.

We are pretty much stuck at the guest list stage because we've ran out of tables!!! :( This happens when you dont have a draft guest list up before booking the venue...but 400 is already A LOT of people! If we could have things done our way, a banquet would definitely not be on our list. I would prefer a garden or a beach buffet wedding, anytime, or none at all to save the hassle. 

We might possibly not be able to accomodate all our friends and collics...it will be easier to host an announcement dinner over at Our New Home with them rather than with the parents' friends and relatives. Negotiation is still in progress. I am keeping my fingers crossed on this. x_x

Moody

Been a bad week. An emotional timebomb waiting to explode. My thought are so wrecked up over the bad news that came as an avalanche one after another that I had no time to react to any. That makes the screwup in our new nest handling the least of all problems right now. More to this when I commit to my JUST DO IT attitude. I havent bothered to ask which hospital she lies in.

Reminds me of life's fragility and to count our blessings in life. Worst, the man's in the outfield right this moment. No one to bask me in TLC. *breathesdeeply*

Then I realised maybe it's just the effing hormones.

Screw the PMS.

No wonder I am also very sleepy today.

Opposites Attract

Our DIFFERENCE

Love is about learning and appreciating tiny details in life and accepting your differences. N is not the sweetest bf on earth. It took me a long time to teach him mannerism of a gentleman, O_o" and I am still not enjoying the fruit of my labour. Perhaps that flower never bloomed.

But if you learn to look beyond these more apparent loving acts like opening the car door, holding the door before it slams into your face, slowing down the pace knowing that you are trying to balance on a 3 inch stiletto while trying to avoid every crack on the wooden plank walk, and appreciate the more intrinsic acts of love, you will realise that HEY! life's not so bad after all!

I appreciate how he d always let me have the first bite of food, willingly trade his apparently yummier choice of food for mine, order my hot kopi on top of his ice cold canned drink - all these are little acts you tend to overlook in life. But the consistent pursue to be treated like a princess (that's for him to give you gentlemanly treatment) often clouds your judgement of your other half. I have (kinda) resigned to fate, though that doesnt mean I will stop grumbling (disclaimer first!!).. I guess men's partially the reason why women become grumpy and naggy. If only they would LEARN!

That aside, we realise that we do have alot of differences. But that just further shows how much we were made for each other.

About a month ago, N and I had a conversation over the financial/logistic planning of the wedding and the house. He drew out a very rough but sensible idea of the proposed timeline for each major purchases and gave me a very good speech in a very.....urm....marketing way. You know, like, we hope to conquer the Msia market by June with 30% of total sales and the Indonesian market by November with 60% of total sales kinda talk. I agreed with all that he said.

A month later, while doing up the budget planning for the whole wedding with our savings/earnings/available resources, I did a projected cash flow for each individual purchases (down to individual household item details), bearing in mind the payment terms (instalments, 50-50, completion) we would be given and the assets that would be maturing at different points in time. I quickly called him and told him about MY plan. And he asked me,

"Why are you repeating what I said to you a month ago????" 

Heh. I didnt realise I was actually parroting after him in MY own way. The accountancy-trained way... ;p

This is also the same man who has been allocated the childhood montage's job but who has cleverly 'subcontracted' it out to SG Bridals O_o" Now I think I should allocate him one of my to dos - bouquet or ang bow box or corsage!

Learning new responsibilities

The (dis)advantages of being in the good age - The reality that is unknown to a kid's aspiration to be grown up.

The aspirations of financial independence, breaking free of curfews, late nights fun, exciting (aka dangerous to parents) hobbies and a more permanent break from studying! What we didnt know was the growing responsibilities, diminishing hours, automatically upgraded status when the people around u start to pop and the multiple things to learn (both at work and in the household!).

I ve been realising all of that responsibility part too soon when I decided to become a dog mama.  Got to make sure he gets fed and walked on time TWICE daily. Often, I have to sacrifice some sort of gatherings or turn up late cos there's no one else to help me fulfil the 2 most important chores for taking care of this baby. I also soon realised I cant fit everything and meet everyone as much as I used to or would like to!

But I am not quite complaining about this set of new responsibilities because I ve got quite a darling of a furball baby. And he keeps me grounded enough to make me adapt a fair bit to the future reponsibilities that are going to come. 

What I cant accept at the moment is the upgraded status to that of an Aunty O_O"

Who are we trying to kid when we insist that kids still call us jiejie?! Maybe in the initial few years of our adulthood, the kids from friends still can call us that...we can still live in denial. But it becomes a totally different story when someone in your family starts to pop..

You know you are something different when you wake up at 7am to this on weekends..

I was naturally known as Aunty Shuling to him for a while until N's mum realised I m too young to be called an AUNTY. She tried to switch to Jiejie Shuling last weekend.

YAY! Can still live in denial for another year before I legally get married to his Uncle Nigel and get an auto upgrade again. Holy Christ!

BUT!!! A conversation I had with the cuz brought me back to Earth last night. *WHO WAS I KIDDING?!?!* We were discussing the different pains of popping in different ways. She is going to pop THIS very week! OMG!

So naturally, I will be an aunty again, soon.. :S

Luckily someone's sharing the same status as me.. :) So it doesnt feel as bad..

Here, Uncle Nigel is trying to teach his nephew how to be a musician..

They played "You Are My Sunshine"! That's no ordinary song okay?! It's THE song that I learnt can pacify this baby! :) THE song that shuts him up while Uncle N was trying to drive through the din created at the backseats. THE song that makes him drink his milk silently. THE.SONG.

I am gonna pack this song + some evil tricks I learnt from a mama-collic to that wedding which we are going to attend with N's parents and the baby. It's coming. In December. I hope we get out of the dinner alive. 

And so, I have had my fair share of real baby parenting these few months. Doing quite badly though... He didnt finish his cereal on Sat morning... And we didnt know what to do :p

Also to my ultimate shock and horror, I have been finding joy in shopping for household products!!!

Luckily they got this garlic chopper in hot pink. Neutralises the Aunty association with this kinda products :) heh

I am quite conscientious when it comes to food-learning.

I used the chopper that very weekend!

Because I know I got to learn from somewhere, I get verrrry inspired by what I eat in restaurants...

And I have previously learnt how to identify a salted egg

So I went to the NTUC consecutively for 3 days to hunt these down! (These beans are somehow very seasonal. NTUC doesnt stock up everyday, just in case you might want to know)

Still didnt quite make it to restaurant standards. BAH! How do they make the salted yolk glue on to the french beans????

I think I have been asking N alot these days whether he thinks I have become an Aunty.. :S When the man doesnt answer you.....

Growing Up

Realisation of age catching up on you when you could no longer hum the tunes to the latest popular mandarin hits; and when half the award winners looked foreign to you.

This is my favourite now ;p She carried off her boyish charisma verrrrry well! Almost fell in love with the manly persona *hurhur* like school time idol crush. wth..

N got the tickets by dialling in, without knowing the prize and without an idea of what embarassing stage presence he had to make to earn those. ;p;p

He insisted that it was coz he was talking to me on the other phone. O_o" it's always easy to push the blame lovingly to others, no? ;p

Anyhoos. He had a long haul flight to catch. So I got Ms Ong to go with me instead. :)

Correct choice. She knows MORE people there! :)

Kuching - Me Myself and I

The only time I find time to pick up a thriller and a cuppa, and just sit around the whole day with no urgent plans in mind :)

There are no errands to run, no responsibilities (bathe, feed, walk, play with Murphy) to fulfil, no people to meet, no need to shuttle between places.

It was just a weekend for me, myself and I!

*****

This weekend's back with the usual multiple to dos list.

Saturday

11am: Send the boy for grooming in the east

12pm: Visit very pregnant cuz

1-5pm: Shopping with the preggy in the east 

5pm: Pick up the boy

630pm: Spend time with the boy (feed and play) before I head for MJ sleepover

8pm: Mahjong in the west

Sunday

YAY!! Time for each other! We did some paktor stuff..You know how tough it is to differentiate between spending time with each other and paktor nowadays?! the longer you are in a relationship, the lesser of the latter! :):):)

1-630pm: THREE movies! THREE!!!!! :p:p

630-7pm: Pick up a one-year old birthday gift (Murphy likes it too... oh dear..)

7pm - 10pm: Pick wedding photos for S & Y. Picking 75 out of 367 is freaking difficult can?! But we are objective people. So we did help quite a lot! :)

10pm: Dinner??!!

******

Boobs sell, sex doesn't!

It’s your girlfriend’s ROM this weekend! And what do you get for her?!

Pardon my dirty mind, but the ONLY thing that comes to my head is anything that’s sexually evocative. Here you are, putting two adults together into that life-long love commitment to each other – promised with a ring, sealed with a kiss. Even though chastity is not that commonly protected in the society nowadays, ROM is still the turning point where sex becomes legal - It’s the perfect setup for Biology Chapter 13 during my time.

Togetherness is about attraction, in every aspect: Physical, character and the ability to clique. The latter 2 can be changed, accepted and nurtured over time – it’s just a matter of getting used to each other’s style. But the former can be enhanced. ;p Perhaps that was also a reason why I got the “PURE SEDUCTION” body cream from J babe 4 years ago, when I was new in my relationship. J Well, if J babe you are reading this, I caught that cheeky sparkle in your eye when you offered me the PURE SEDUCTION instead of the BERRY KISSES! And I have always been suspicious about it but not inquisitive enough to ask.

Now I have come to terms with talking about boobs and sex more openly (only in my blog). My colleagues talk sex to me all the time – not in the erotic way, but in a rather motherly way with family planning as the façade agenda (hoho! You cheeky mothers!). I still blush and don’t know how to react sometimes. Other times, it took me a while to realize that they were talking about sex! N had a backache a while back from our initial weight-lifting lessons. So while doing lunch shopping at the pharmacy with the colleagues, I browsed through the yokoyoko shelf that displayed a wide array of pain relief patches and explained to my colleague why I was looking at those. I said something while still browsing through the choices, “don’t know why my boyfriend having backache….so must buy this one for him….” And that elicited a response, “How do we know why he backache? Maybe he bends down too much lah…” I looked up briefly and absentmindedly mumbled an “OH…” before going back to browse for the correct yokoyoko patch. But I caught the glint in her eyes that instant. It only dawned onto me much later that she was talking sex to me. x_x

I guess with age comes maturity. And when you become mature, you can handle adult topics with better grace. J It no longer becomes a hush and blush Chapter 13 taboo topic! You start hearing sexual questions at the truth and dare games. You start entering adult shops with your head held high. ;p And naturally, the only thing you think about getting for the newly-weds is anything that is sexually driven – I have got a good track record so far! ;p

But truth be told, I realized sex doesn’t sell if sold the wrong way!

Z babe and I were shopping for the perfect night lingerie at La Senza last evening. Since I already kinda announced my wedding bell to Z, she told me to point out to her what is the sorta lingerie I fancy so it would make things easier for her next time. Without thinking, I pointed to that FUSCHIA corseted nightie (bra fitted top with silk drapes downwards till butt area) and told her that would do. In my favorite color, anything goes!

So we proceeded to find that perfect one for the bride-to-be. We found one. Corset bra with see-through netted fabric from bustline to buttline. Since it was a corseted top, it had to fit a certain bra size. But how many of you girls know your friend’s actual bra size?? I mean, I am proud to say I can differentiate an A-cup from a B-cup or C-cups or D-cup. BUT a bra fitting is more than just that! There are also the circumference (32, 34, 36, 38), the type of cup (whether A-, A or A+) and the cutting/padding to consider. It’s not a buy one size fits your boobs every time thing. Buying a bra can be a learned subject on its own, so let’s not delve into that.

So we were deciding between the S and the M, and almost chose the M because the PTP fitted my body frame better. The salesgirls were quite nice to explain to us the difference between an S and the M. I guess they were just trying to be kind by not telling me I have small boobs (o.o||) I told them the bride’s my size and M’s PTP fitted me, so we were getting the M. So they suggested that I try on that skimpy little black slutty outfit on the counter top *shudders* (in sexcitement) Seriously?! As much joy as I had buying these sexy lil things for the girlfriends, I had never thought of myself getting this close to sucha kinky situation! But my protest against trying out the size was faltered – there was a no exchange policy….. and M’s meant for…. bigger cups.

Ya. So I finally got the hint. They tried to make us buy the smaller size because I said bride’s my size and one look at my boobs, they knew I don’t have enough to wear an M! How come a recent survey I read shows that women in Singapore are generally getting larger in size but I don’t happen to fall into that stratum? *suicidal*

So I went into the changing room and thought I could salvage my life by donning on that skimpy outfit which, by the way, only covers the boobs since the remaining areas are see-through. I thought I could maybe look like one of those Victoria Secrets models who look so stunningly sexy in whatever lingerie they are modeling. *think a little cleavage peeping out from behind the fitted bra top*

SADLY, and I conclude for all girls who are going to get lingerie for their bride-to-be friends – All corseted lingerie are meant for much bigger cups k??!!! My boobs were totally covered by the bra. There was no spillage, no cleavage. No nothing. No signs of boobs. I wasn’t even the least attracted to what I saw in the mirror; much less expect my man to get turned on by me. *suicidal thoughts getting heavier*

“Babe! Get the S and DON’T EVER get this for me next year!!!” *the bride is more well endowed*

I think I will stick to decently padded push up brassieres in the bedroom next time. Talk about physical attraction. At least I wouldn’t feel like killing myself again this way.

FUCK. 

Lost Dog III

Pink and I went searching for The Dog late Friday night, around the same time that we usually sight him.

Armed with food and water, and this time round, without Murphy the lazy snoot in tow, we managed to tread on a lil bit faster.

No luck with the search. And I also didnt see him over the weekend.

I hope my prayers were secretly answered, and that he has met some other kind souls along his journey. No animals deserve to be treated like that.

The kind people from THEREHOMERS saw my pleas for help on a forum and kindly offered to put up a notice on their website.

Here is the POST.

I never knew such blog existed and I'm glad there is. If my humble blog can be of help in any way, please do click on this LINK whenever you are net surfing, as there are updates on their blog from time to time.

http://therehomers.blogspot.com/
http://therehomers.blogspot.com/
http://therehomers.blogspot.com/

Every day, there are dogs being lost, found or even put up for adoption. Therehomers serve as a common media for a bigger network of people to info share.  It gives these furballs a longer chance of survival. It is the alternative answer to SPCA, who might just send the furballs to the other side of the rainbow within 24 hours. But this shall be another story for another day. There is actually an administrator who checks out different forums for lost/found/adoption thread and put them up onto this blog.

For example, I sighted a lost dog and was quite helpless about how to search for its owner and adopters. The adminstrator contacted me and requested to place a post on their blog. With this common media, my pleas for help could be more widely publicised and who knows, maybe read by another kind soul behind the computer who happens to know the owner, or who happens to have an extra space at home to house him.

You could be one of them. Even a piece of information about a sighting can help an unfortunate owner find their beloved back.
http://therehomers.blogspot.com/

Please help if you can bring any of them home.
http://therehomers.blogspot.com/

I literally seethed in anger at a recent adoption post from a man, whose wife just got pregnant and claimed that there is now no one to take care of the dog. Like I said, they do not need alot from us. I am pretty sure the man doesnt have to attend to his pregnant wife 24/7, as she should be capable of taking care of herself independently. Pregnancy is not = inadequacy. And I am very sure some time management can be practised to care for both the dog AND the baby AND, if she needs, the wife. Giving up to another DOG LOVER is not a solution.

Lost Dog II

Day 2 of dog searching on Thursday evening.

Miraculously, the sweepers did not pick up the 'litter' I left at the void deck. And the food I left on the floor was gone!!! I'm not sure whether it was the cats or The Dog, because the 2 milk bone treats I left there was intact.

Momsie said the food level dropped when she walked pass in the morning. But she thought someone topped up the food in the afternoon when she went back to check again.

Whoever it was, I'm thankful it's not just me alone :)

I turned up at December's house to update her about my sighting last night. And both furballs had the ultimate fun fighting with each other for the same ball (when there are at least 10 balls in the house!) and playfully growling at each other while diving for the ball we throw. Of course, December is not used to sharing his toys and exhibited some sort of jealousy from time to time ;p

DAMN. Forgot to ask for the mom's name and hp number again.

The other neighbour, I got to know her name is Maggie, popped by and we went in search of The Dog again.

Again, we lost him. His tail tucked tightly under his legs the moment he saw us. He was afraid. And he started to flee, again.

We left the food where we last saw him and hopefully, he will find his way back there.

We dont see him during the day and hopefully he has found a safe shelter to hide from the storm and the evil people. You never know how cruel some humans may be.

That said, I actually know of a heartless boyfriend-turned-husband, who was only interested in his girlfriend. FUCK that idiot. LOVE is about loving your girlfriend's life (family, friends, career and pets). Not just her pussy! So the moment the girlfriend-turned-wife got pregnant, he immediately used it as a good reason to kick the dog out of the house. It is not even a reason. Luckily the mommy has a good friend who is an animal lover, and is also my neighbour. So I saw how the poor dog exhibited phobia of being abandoned as he followed his new mommy up and down the house every minute of the day.  

Called up the SPCA in the morning and learned that they can only come get The Dog if we manage to confine him at an area.

God, how do we do that if he keeps running away???

Why would anyone buy a dog if he cant live up to the commitments?

Owning a dog is not as financially extravagant as you see in the picture above. Spoilt brat. Basically all a dog needs is food, water, shelter and love from the owner. I have known of a certain dog in my neighbourhood who eats what the owner eats, and gets self-medicated when he falls sick. He is at least 15 years old now and still walking.

They dont need alot from us.

Just ample love, care and attention.

They cant speak.

But they display body languages.

So they depend on humans to read them.

Like how The Dog depends on us to save him from further harm. 

See how my dog 'speaks' to me during my non-loveshugskisses moment :D

He was totally cringing away!

New BAG!!

This is Murphy (2 months old) when I first brought him home.

We chose the most expensive bag in the shop. Made of LEATHER - more stable support, pee and poop proof. Inexperienced first time mommas often spend unnecessary $!

O.o

He fitted comfortably and could even manage to spin 360 degrees around inside.

This is Murphy (4 months old) when I first brought him out to see the world after all his vaccinations. And it was like the Xth time I used his expensive leather bag. He was home-quarantined prior to all the jabs, so we didnt have much use for the bag.

By the time he had all his jabs, see HOW MUCH he has grown???!!!

I had to take extra care to zip him in carefully so that his furs do not get zipped in the process.

Since then, he continued growing and soon outgrew the expensive leather bag.

I think I barely used it 10 times. It's now kept somewhere in the storeroom. Couldnt bear to ditch it (the usage hasnt justified the $)

>_<"

But you know animals have natural instincts? Like how hermit crabs naturally know how to ditch their shells for bigger ones as they grow?

I witnessed the marvel of instincts with my own eyes...

Murphy crawled and settled himself snuggly into my Polo Raulph hand carrier one fine evening... *Hyperventilatesss*

Awwwwwwwwwww!!!!! It was JUST.SO.CUTE!

***GUSH*Madly in LOVE***

If Hazel does read my blog, I think she will have a panic attack and might just go get that poodle! :):) Cos we just had a loooooong doggie conversation over email and luncheon :) The happiness a furball gives you is priceless. Far surmounts the extra trouble you have to incorporate into your day-to-day lifestyle.

And lesson to self: To be more diligent in future impromptu purchases!

I have moved on.....

To BIGGER things!!!

One of thou favorite m)phosis tops - Lycra kinda material that clings on to all inches of your body fat, hence was only bought and worn during those skinny days...

Until someone with BIGGER assets wore the same piece to office *gulpz*

I swear it looked inferior on me and I threw it back deeeeep into the wardrope! :p

But it got to see light recently... :):):):)

6++kgss of fats, some has to go to the correct place right???!!!

Ok la...I actually found out there's something even better than Triumph!

Interested female friends may enquire :) I will share selflessly :)

Now, that was quite a bimbotic rant.

Daily blessings

HAPPINESS IS.....

Spending some me-time over a mag and a cuppa before meetup with friends..

Arriving home to an airflown parcel..

Opening up the parcel to find a mysterious gift box...

Having your special day remembered by friends from milesss away..

Getting a new toy from jiejie cos she just got her internship pay..

Wearing the new dress from one of your favorite boutiques..

Glamming up the new dress with a lucky charm from Korea..

Anticipating your birthday dress to arrive by this week..

**Do you count your blessings everyday?**

But I do have some grumble rumbles to make. I am seeing a downward spiral in the apparels industry. No place to shop. The brick and mortars are all compromising on their quality!! Was totally disgusted with the fabrics on Sat! Blogshops push down prices, consumers start shopping online, the B&M had to lower cost to match up with the low prices.. *sigh*

There's fewer places to get good clothes these days..

Luckily my fave boutique from MY has hit SG and I could still get some decent dresses!! :):)

TGIF - Babiess!

The momsie and the dadsie been back for almost 2 weeks now! ALL is well! I dont go to work with that nagging feeling of leaving Murphy alone at home..

This brat has been spoilt by all of us...most adult dogs only take ONE meal a day. Puppies TWO meals (max). But given his greedy nature, and with my mom at home most of the time, he makes use of his cutsie puppy tactics that no one can resist and earn himself a fruit/vege lunch every day. :D

He would follow my mom up and down the house whenever she is about to make lunch. If the kitchen door is closed, he would sit patiently outside to wait. Sometimes, my mom slides the door open a little for him and he would poke his tiny face near the gap to sniff the air and watch her cook. ^_^

So mom would coooooo and baby talk him, and then proceed to make mummum for him despite my initial protest against feeding him lunch o_O i also caved in eventually la...So there! we have a spoilt little brat to feed at home!

For a 2+ year dog, Murphy sure has the stomach of a puppy. He would puke when we feed him 1/2 hour late from his normal meal times. I have cleaned up his greenish bile pukes at least 10 times! Sometimes, from that tiny lapse (of about 5 min) from my decision to put on my makeup first or even getting the hair washed first, I would walk out to find him lying flat among his surrounding puke.

So I serve him FIRST before self every morning.... z.z

Thus when the parents decided to leave town for 12 days, I almost freaked out!!! :(

The youngest sis was having attachment in Jurong Island. The younger sis was doing some parttime work at the airport (shift work). And I was based in the far west that 2 weeks. The bad PIE/CTE jams were a major hindrance preventing us from getting home on time.

So the idea of having an automatic pet feeder suddenly popped up in mind.

BUT I tell u, Singapore has the worst collection of pet feeders! And the lousiest pet welfare society ever!

Not only was a pet feeder extremely difficult to find, I scouted from the big brand centre to the WHOLE farmway stretch (BOTH 1 and 2) and I only found TWO kinds of pet feeder on the market, the available feeder brought in by the suppliers were mechanically disappointing.

Let's look at one below:

The Automatic 4 Feeds

Cost around S$80.

This feeder operates by a non-digital timer. You set an interval of 8, 12 or 24 hours and a mechanism in the feeder will be triggered to rotate the cover till it exposes a section with food. I eyed the box suspiciously. That means if I want to feed Murphy at 7pm, I had to set it at either 7am, 11am or 7pm the night before?!

The food portion also looked tooooo tiny for my growing boy's HUGEASS appetite!

To further market his (one of the two) triumphant product, the sales person went on to elaborate how after a certain time lapse, the cover will rotate again to automatically close up the exposed portion (so the dog wouldnt linger around it or so it wouldnt attract flies).

I was shocked beyond disbelief! What an unintelligent invention!! What if my Murphy was feeding halfway and the time's up, the cover rotates and KIAP his nose????!!!!!

WTF?!

My other alternative was a product that cost slightly more, around S$130. There is no picture from the net cos the huge brand centre's website is down at the moment. But this one's better. It operates on a digital timer, meaning u can set the feed time like an alarm clock at any time of the day and not restricted to the 8/12/24 hour interval O_o" YAY!

The feeding style was better cos the drum holding the food up will rotate and the food dispenses downwards into a detachable tray. So I dont risk KIAPPING my Murphy's tiny nose. YAY YAY!

There was even a voice recorder for me to record a few seconds of words to attract Murphy's attention to the food tray! YAY YAY YAY!

Even though the make of the whole thing was very koyak (flimsy, lousy), I was all ready to buy this mini investment for my most beloved in the name of feeding him ON TIME!

But then, I was still very disturbed by the make....seriously... even though I knew it was my ONLY option. Because the whole damn thing looked like the kind of prototype that school children would make for their science project. If you are thinking a Philip electronic blender, please discount your visualisations by 100 times! It IS THAT SUCKY. 

So I had a deciding question. If this was an electronic product, there would at least be a warranty on the motor right?! There WASN'T!! The best he could manage was a feeble answer of how he would do his best to talk to the supplier if I return with a flaw within 7 days!!! Ok! I absolutely hate sales talks like these! Could absolutely tell how UN-genuine it sounded lor! Bet another S$130 bucks he wouldnt even bother about my broken down feeder if I return lor!

So in the end, I DID not buy.

And I also couldnt ship one in from Amazon.com in time.

When I went to the Farmway for intense shopping over the weekend, I was lucky enough to meet a kind girl who spoke to me for 15 mins. She owns/works in a pet shop but has never seen anyone using a pet feeder. The ONLY one she has ever seen is a DIY using the old school video recorder!!!

My hopes fell 11 stories down to the floor. I thanked her profusely and told her I was no engineer. :( The only decent scientific invention I ever made was a shabbily made light bulb game in secondary school. And it was made by twisting some metal wires in a roller coaster way with one end soldered/wired scotchtaped to a battery that was hidden inside a masking-taped styrofoam box. A metallic hoop was made for running through the roller coaster wire. This hoop was soldered/wired scotchtaped to the other end of the battery. So the aim was to run the hoop through the end without touching the roller coaster (and thus creating a closed circuit) and lighting up the lightbulb.

...

I guess that's predominantly why I didnt go into an engineering school ;p

BUT! Triumphant is I! We survived the TWELVE days without the parents!!! :D Managed to feed Murphy on time everyday! :D

So now that they are back, we are starting to get a life after work!!! :) YIPPEEE YAY!!! I got a date tonight to meet V and her chubbily CUTE baby!!! The last time I saw her baby was...when she was still inside the mother's womb! :D Blame it all on laziness, fateless, school, work, commitments....

BUT how do I resist making an attempt to meet a baby who looks like this:

Super CUTE to the max right?!

How to resist meeting the most adorable baby whose mother dress up in the MOST RIDICULOUS way:

Or how to resist meeting a baby whose idea of SMILE is this:

Smile Hazel!

SMILE!!!

SIBEI cute lor!!! SIBEI is a hokkien word to show the intensity of the adjective after it. On a scale of 1 to 10, SIBEI is on the highest end after very, super, super duper, extremely etc...

BUT! I realised that I am actually carrying a bit of flu germs on me :( I mean, I do sneeze and blow my nose on a day to day basis due to my rhinitis. So most people wouldnt be able to tell if I am actually sick. The signs are almost the same. But this time round, I really AM down with flu. So although I feel perfectly 'normal' blowing my nose half the time...I suddenly realised that I am actually SICK and shouldnt attempt to pass my germs to the baby..

:(:(:(

So hazel, yiyi will visit you another day ok?! Maybe by then, you are not a baby anymore! :(

Somehow to cheer me up...I still have my beloved Murphy to kiss, hug and cuddle when I get home tonight :D

So happy is I again!

Tonight can go pak tor cos daddy can help me feed Murphy!!!

TGIF!!!