We’ve all has established that my life is not interesting but humour me today will ya? It’s raining outside on MY FIRST FREAKING OFF DAY and I’m a bit pissed!

Not that I’m pissed about having an off day, noooo. But I’m pissed about the rain on my off day. If only I knew I had an off day today! My boss told me early this morning that I was to have an off day so that he can let the trainee do their first trial on their own. I whooped. I got out of bed and did a penguin butt-jig. I parted my curtains with much drama and fanfare…

…and saw that it was raining heavily.

Spewing!

So what am I supposed to do on my off day? Stay at home all day? Argh!

Truthfully though, this post doesn’t have much purpose. I have nothing interesting to relay. So far.

Nothing much has been happening. Unless you find it interesting if I talk about me moving house, terrorising Hero with threats of shopping (which he have moaned and complained to half of his colleagues, who share his misery, and who us girlfriends find moaning-for-nothing) and work stress.

I’m sure you don’t want to hear about any of those.

I’ve been sleeping and eating constantly and only remembering that I’m supposed to be a loving girlfriend on weekends (such is the sin of sloth and gluttony) and then working everyday til I can feel my back break (not really).

On food

As you know, I’m one of the people who are continuously eating it’s not even funny. The only reason I haven’t blown up to diabolical proportion is my addiction to constant movement. This is one of my favourite lunch. It looks a bit yucky because of my non-existent camera skills but trust me, it’s gooooood. Potato salad. That’s the official name anyway. The unofficial name will be potato-carrot-peas-onion-hotdog salad. In sauce. Yuummmm.

On trying to find replacements

The matter of showing prospective future tenant my room, and stressing to them yet again if they are NOT student, I will NOT consider them renting the room. I don’t think a working person should take advantage of a cheap room near a university for their own selfish reason. Sure, it’s a bit discriminatory preferring only students to live in this house, but to be fair if you have a steady job you can afford more rent. I don’t care if you call me unfair, I know how a student live and feel, especially when you’re juggling studies and work at the same time!

How I want to scream at these people. The worst is if they lie to me. You can’t really tell if a person is a student or not from email or phone. And the moment they arrive on my doorstep, I have mutated into this evil lady that asks for a student ID before I even waste my time showing my room. Some of them even go to great lengths to lie about leaving their ID at home. Oh yeah? Then come back here with it!

On Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Another uninteresting news is that I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows this week. What a disappointment. Why do I feel like this book was kinda rushed and just written just to finish off the story? I like Harry Potter books but heck, I would say that was one thick book that clearly shows a waste of dead trees. I’m so annoyed at it but anyway, it’s done so it’s done.

On Going to the lawyers

Hero and I have finally went to see our separate lawyers together. When people heard of that they assume we are taking the next step, which amused me a lot. Especially when they find out we’re having different lawyers! We didn’t see lawyers for ‘our’ or ‘us’ reasons. We saw lawyers for separate and personal reasons but just thought of bringing the other along so that we don’t have to re-explain things to each other. It’s our habit of telling each other every single thing that happens to us, and explaining legal things are not our best strength.

So no, it was nothing about going the next step and definitely not about signing a prenup. I have nothing on me that is worth a prenup anyway. My stash of chocolates, maybe. But then again, Hero bought that so that’s out of the point really, isn’t it?

On our trip to the museum!

Hero and I went to the museum last sunday, after my meeting with my lawyer. We thought about it on Saturday, after watching Night at The Museum. I thought it would be a simple in-and-out trip cos I didn’t think there were lots to see in the museum. How wrong I was! We ended up spending almost 2 hours there, oohing and aahing at dinosaurs (him), gemstones (me), old warplanes and old cars (him), marine life (me), the great white shark trying to eat a dolphin (him), a samurai armour (me), arachnoids (ABSOLUTELY me) and the aboriginals heritage.

It was cute to see an adult man like Hero gaping at dinosaurs and crocs. Men are really still boys deep down inside.

“Baby, look, that’s a T-rex (as if I don’t know!). Ah, that’s a triceratops (seriously man, I grew up with a brother, ok?). Pterodactyl!”

You’d have thought I was dragging a 5 year old boy. :p

On arachnoids. (Arachnids? Arachninoids?)

We passed a glass box with a donation bowl inside, surrounded by toy spiders and fake cobwebs. There was a sign that says “help us feed the spiders” though there were no instructions how to do so. Forgive my skepticism but how exactly are they planning to feed the spiders with the donations? It looks like it has never been emptied before. I see no point in the whole exercise.

I’m fascinated with spiders. Mom hates them because of their cobweb but why should she anyway? I’m the one entrusted with the chore of cleaning out cobwebs from crevices almost every other weekend! I usually try to have them scuttle off before I do the cleaning–I try hard not to kill spiders. Hero found this about me when he found me on all fours in the bathroom…in my towel. I was trying to shoo off a big spider with the tip of a toilet paper roll. It was sitting (climbing?) directly in between the hinges of the shower door. If I open the shower door, it will be crushed. Sane argument would say that the spider would move away anyway if it felt the door moving but what are the chances? Cos I’ve been trying to budge it with the toilet rolls and it won’t budge. It stood there stubbornly as if I, the human, am the one invading his territory.

Hero mistakenly thought I was scared of spiders. “Here baby, I’ll get it for you.” he said as he made a move to kill. I shrieked, shocking him to confusion. I ended up staying in my towelled-state until the spider deem it has caused the smelly human-in-great-need-of-shower enough pain (and coldness) and moved away.

I even have a model tarantula skeleton at home that glows in the dark. It came with those old Bugs magazines. They use to have one fragment of bone for each issue, so I painstakingly made sure I collected them all. I lived in a small town by then and no bookstore in town carry the magazine so I made my father buy it everytime he goes to the neighbouring city. Then when you get them all you assemble your tarantula. I was mighty proud of it. Before, my brother did the same with their edition of Dinosaurs magazines. We got a model T-rex skeleton out of it. Tarantula is still there but we have no idea where Rexy went off to.

And I’m not sure where I’m going with all this

The point of this post is to have you suffer bad, pointless writing as I’m suffering a bad day.

K bai.

This is for those of you who ask me constantly how the heck I ended up losing 8kg within this time I was here.

This is the reason.

You’d think that being surrounded with food day in and day out will make you blow up to even huger proportions?

Wrong!

Because after 6 hours everyday of inhaling the smell of doughs, breads, savoury and sweet food, all you want to do at the end of the day is just go home and eat a fruit salad.

Yup. Food gets pretty old after a while if you work in a bakery!

(Yes, yes, I’m a late player)

1. Which do you dislike the most, pop-up ads all over your screen or spam e-mails?

Pop-up ads…because I see them without it being much of my choice! As for spam, they goes into a different mailbox and I only look at them once a week to check if they are no wayward, legit mails lost in the Spam box.

2. When your plate has different foods on it do you usually mix all the foods together, keep them all separate, or do you combine only certain foods?

Keep them all separate. I’m a compartmentalized kind of person.

3. Have you ever snooped in your significant others things? How does it feel?

There is no chance to. Everything he owns is out in the open for me to see everyday anyway. He even show and share his erm, decidedly very adult  magazines to me. I know most of our mutual friends have to hide theirs from their girlfriends/wives (why? they’re adults!). I’m grieved that my generous and very sharing Hero choose to decline my offer to share my IKEA and Avon catalogues with him. However, I can see a very positive response when it comes to Victoria’s Secrets catalogues. It even goes mysteriously missing now and then.

4. Describe your morning ritual to me.

Summer: wake up smiling, put on running gear and go walking or running. Make breakfast and eat happily. Plan my day. Smile all day and laugh at everything—people think I’m borderline insane.

Winter: wake up. Groggy. Look at clock. 8am. Snooze 15 million times. Look at clock again. Oh, 11am? Go back to sleep. Jerk awake again. Holy crap! Must go to afternoon shift! Cry at the prospect of leaving warm bed and blanket. Contemplate calling in sick. Decide against it. Weigh pros and cons of showering. Contemplate calling in sick. Bang pots and pans to make breakfast…uh, I mean, lunch. Contemplate calling in REALLY sick. Like terminal cancer from chocolate overload or something. Curse the weather. Curse winter.  Go to work. Count hours until bedtime. Frown all day and snap at everything—people think I’m borderline insane.

There’s no pleasing some folks.

5. You run in to a friend while out shopping. Where are you?

Myer Centre?

6. Would you rather miss the beginning or the end of a movie? If you had to?

I’m not fussed either way.

7. Which is worse? Being in a place that is too loud or too quiet?

Place that is too loud. I get annoyed then. Unless loud means at the clubs! Even nowadays clubs don’t do it for me…

8. Which is worse? Being under age or being over the hill?

Being under age. I have no fond memories of being under 18. How boring life was then.

9. What kind of perfume do you wear?

I don’t. I’m choosy with perfumes. Takes me a long time to decide/replace my last perfume. (In my case, it is now 1.5 years since!)

10. Would you rather change your past or know your future?

Neither. I see my future as a gift from God and accept whatever He decides to give me. You’re not supposed to know what your gift is, whether it’s good or bad or whether you like it or not…but you still have to accept it graciously after the gift-giver put so much thought in it. You just have to wish for the best as you unwrap it. As for my past, I accept them as a blessing and a lesson from Him that I wouldn’t dream of changing. I wouldn’t be the me I am today if not for my past.

Play the game at Yen’s!

I thought this one was right on the spot.

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This is long overdue. This was passed on through emails and MySpace bulletins but I thought I’d do my blog duty and post it here too.

(Translation: I’m too tired to come up with a proper blog entry. Thus this padding. :P)

Anyone who wants to take this up, feel free!

If you have an ipod/mp3 player,put it on shuffle.(Or name 15 random songs.

1. November Rain-Guns N Roses
2. Sweet Child of Mine—Guns N Roses
3. Pink Spider—hide with Spread Beaver
4. Say a little prayer for you—Diana King.
5. Wan Wu Sheng (the Sanskrit version)—Sa Ding Ding
6. It’s Like That—Mariah Carey
7. Rock N Roll Swindle—GLAY
8. Raison d’etre—Dir en grey
9. Chanson Triste—Carla Bruni
10. Ever Free—hide with Spread Beaver
11. Rehab—Amy Winehouse
12. Candy Shop—50 Cent
13. Ghazal Untuk Rabiah—M. Nasir and Jamal Abdillah
14. Makin Aku Cinta—Kris Dayanti & Anang
15. Oh—Ciara

::Why do you like the 1st song?::

It’s the song of my childhood. It came out when I first started primary school. I was around 7 then. Kids my age then wasn’t into rock and roll yet but I grew up with a musically trendy and cool mother. She was an English teacher in high school and high school student at those times were heavily into Metallica, Guns N Roses, Panthera…all those sorts. Mum used to choose one of the ‘milder’ songs and used it to teach English. This evidently was much more effective than shoving an Enid Blyton books down their throat, obviously because every kid then wanted to know what exactly they were singing about. This song is so popular and so undead I grew up listening to this song here, there and everywhere…since I was 7 up til now. My first reaction at 7 years old, “Holy Cow, what a looooong song!”. My reaction now at 23? “Holy Cow, what a looooong song!” Hahaha! My first reaction on first stepping into Hero’s house? “Holy Cow, a GNR fan!” And I’ve been listening to this song at least 3 times a week since dating Hero. I think this song is destined to follow me til I breathe my last. Not to court bad luck or anything (touch wood!)…I want this song played on my funeral or wake.

::Who does the 2nd song remind you of?::

One of my friend’s son. He is such an adorable kid. Although this song is about a lover, and a female, the song fits that little kid perfectly. He also has blue eyes that reminds me of rain. And, I also want this song played on my funeral/wake.

::Name your favorite lyric from the 3rd song.::

The song is in Japanese. My favourite line is:

toraeta chou no inochi koi kikazu (ignoring pleas of the butterfly) or something along those lines…
kimi wa sora wo niramu (you look up to the sky)
“kizutsuketa no wa nikui kara jya nai (I didn’t hurt you because I hated you)
boku ni wa hane ga naku (I don’t have wings)
ano sora ga takasugita kara…” (and because the sky is so high)

The song is about a spider capturing a butterfly because he wants to use the butterfly wing’s to fly to the sky. The whole song is something about snatching something from someone for your own freedom…which isn’t real freedom anyway. Thus the futility of a spider trying to use a butterfly’s wing to fly to freedom. Er. If I make sense.

::Do you have any special memories attached to the 4th song?::

None in particular. When it came out I just thought it was a cool reggae version of the original song sang by Aretha Franklin.

::Do you relate personally to the 5th song?::

Not really. I just thought it was another cool song. The Sanskrit version of the Chinese one.

::Does/would your grandmother like the 6th song?::

I don’t expect so. She doesn’t understand English. Although I’m pretty sure she will not approve the slightest of the videoclip.

::What did you think when you first heard the 7th song?::

“Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaaaaah!!” The song title bothered me a bit because I sounded familiar. It sounded like another thing that came from my childhood despite this song being released in 2007. And yup. In the end I was right. Find that out yourself. :P 

::What color does the 8th song remind you of?::

Black. Dark grey. Gothic all around. Hahaha.

::What is the 9th song about?::

No idea. The song is in French. Louis sent it to me and I liked it.

::Does the 10^th song get stuck in your head easily?::

Another song I grew up with. So yup, like song 1 and 2 it’s the song that pops into my head a lot. In addition to that Umbrella…ella…ella thing. Aih.

::Could you play the 11th song for a toddler and not feel guilty?::

Hahahaha! Yes. It will give the toddler a head start on how to avoid rehab. “No, no, no”.

::Is the singer of the 12th song hot?::

Er…50 Cent? No, he’s not hot. The song and his co-singer in this song is hot though.

::What part of your life does the 13th song describe best?::

Er…no part of my life. This song is a desert-nomad kind of song with strong Arabic beats. I can’t connect it in any way to my own life.

::Does the 14th song have a cool video?::

Not cool per se, but the singer is beautiful and her videoclips are usually a feast for the eye.

::How old is the 15th song?::

Erm…2005? I think? Maybe? I’m too lazy to look it up. I heard it in 2005 though, when I was in college. 

::Which of these is your favorite?::

Guns N Roses ‘Sweet Child of Mine’. This song never fails to drive me into a jumpier, happier, more drunken (though I don’t drink til I’m drunk!) mood. In other words, crank this up and I’ll be looking for some wine to down. Or dance. Or sing. Or jump. You get the idea.

::Your least favorite?::

Rehab. I still have this complicated feeling about wanting to listen to this song now and again. My soul needs reprogramming and soulwashing.

::Have any of these made you cry? Which ones? (Be honest!)::

None, actually. None of those are even very sad songs!

::Which is the most personal for you?::

November Rain. Just one note from that piano and I’m back to my 7 year old self.

Random babble: While I wrote this, Amy Winehouse’s Rehab was on the radio. I subconsciously sang along…the whole song. Only after it finished did I realized, horror upon horror, I know all the words and I have no idea why I’m enjoying it. I guess I can’t deny it now…I do like her. Oh no! Help me! Where is Axl Rose when you need him??? *trauma*

Last night was Hero’s and I first year anniversary.

We celebrated by eating a very normal dinner (which even consisted of leftovers), watching very normal Simpsons, me studying and and then going to bed.

Both of us are not the really big deal kind of people to want to make anything out of it.

OR

The real reason is that we’ve already celebrated last weekend. We downed two bottles of wine within the weekend, which is pretty tame of us. The only reason we limited ourselves was because we wanted to save one bottle for the actual day. But alas, wine is very very good + I have exam stress so we decide, heck, what if we celebrate 2-3 days earlier?

Needless to say we spend most of Sunday sleeping our tipsiness off and only waking up at 5pm.

Anniversary dinner was roasted herb chicken. With some leftover vegetables thrown in the mix.

We celebrated with silliness, farting and laughter.

Yes. Farting.

Because you know, we are completely mature adults.

Here’s to a successful one year with VERY minimal drama and here’s to many more years, hopefully also with very minimum dramas.

Happy Anniversary, honey.

Random babble: Can’t find any GNR stuffs on this laptop. Why? Why? Remember I burnt them all to CD just before exam week to free up some space. Too lazy to climb upstairs to the lounge to dig around Hero’s GNR stuffs so settling with Metallica. “And nothing else matteeeeerrrsssss….never care for what they dooooooo….never care for what they knoooooooow-oh! But I knooooooow!”

A lot of people would kill to be in my position today.

I was forced to defer my exam today. It was none of my wanting, intention or deliberate doing.

I’ve been sick on and off since winter. The problem now is the word “on and off”. One day I’m fine, the next I’m sneezing my head off. I’ve put it down to allergies, just the cold weather and all sorts of excuses you can come up with when you don’t want to admit you’re that sick.

Unfortunately…

For the past two days my sickness has escalated into coughs. It didn’t bothered me that much. You know the old adage, when you’re sick is actually when you’re getting better. Because sickness is the last stage of…er…of sickness. I don’t make sense but I’m sure you guys understand.

So I was coughing constantly night and day and I’m getting worried that my housemates will be bothered by my cough. If any of us talk on the phone in our room, others could hear from their own room. What more to say a cough?

I bought over the counter meds for my cough and went on my merry way, but two nights ago my cough became even more dangerous. I only had about a few minutes interval between coughs. Everytime I coughed I feel like my eye sockets could pop out, my rib bones could break into million pieces and my head would explode. I felt like I’m getting more oxygen by coughing than I am by normal breathing. So much so that my housemates, instead of being annoyed, have started to genuinely worry about me. I told them I’m fine, and that I’ll just head to the doctor before exam to get some cough suppressant. I sure don’t want to be coughing my internal organs out during exam. And I don’t want other students to curse me under their breath while they’re trying to concentrate on the paper.

One look at me and my doctor know I’m not in a good state. He saw my enlarged glands. Oh, don’t ask me, doctors and their magical eyes. I tried looking in the mirror today to look for my visibly enlarged glands but couldn’t find any. All I see is fat around my neck (haha!). He felt for it, confirmed it and straight away knew that I had left it on for too long (I’ve had it for about two weeks and couldn’t be bothered to do anything).

So ok, I’ve got tonsillitis. I know that even before he told me. You don’t go through seven years of recurring tonsillitis and not know when it happened. There was nothing I could do. Now could I have some cough suppressant please because I need to sit for exams?

My medical certificate sounded like I should have had cardiac arrest instead of having just respiratory distress. Can you tell I’m housemate to a nurse? I love my pretentious medical lingo.

I have ACUTE tonsillitis (my doctor felt the need to strongly emphasized the ‘acute’ part to me), chest infection (now I’m starting to get worried) and ACUTE bronchitis. If I had persisted on my way to respiratory ignorance (whoa!), I’m susceptible to pneumonia. Not only that but didn’t I realize I have a fever? I don’t even feel feverish! Oh wait. Actually, I do. But I didn’t care much about fever. Fever subsides with a good plate of food and a huge sleep. I think.

I told him the diagnosis sounded bad although I didn’t feel that bad. Acute? Acute was last Sunday when I talked like a tongueless Donald Duck because of my tonsils, but definitely not today!

I trust my doctor (he’s a great guy. I love him to pieces) and I’m pretty sure he’s not taking me a ride for my money but excuse me? Acute? Chest infection? And bronchitis? I thought you’d have to be on the brink of death to be getting all those results! I’ve had bronchitis before but I was really, really sick three years ago when I got it. I sure wasn’t jumping around like I am this time.

Q&A time. Have I been wheezing? (Yes). Have I had difficulty breathing normally? (Yes). Is it painful when I cough? (Gulp. Yes, yes, yes). Do I experience headaches from the coughs? (YES.) Is it painful to take deep breath? (Yes). Am I even able to take deep breaths? (with much determination and difficulty, yes). Is it painful when I sneeze? (Yup) Difficulty swallowing because of the tonsillitis? (Well, duh!)

So when he put it that way…much like my late grandfather, we don’t like admitting we’re sick until one of our ears fall off, for instance. If we can still walk normally, eat lustfully (hah!), think properly and talk coherently, we consider us ok. Dude, I was even out camping! Though admittedly during camping my tonsillitis was at its very worst.

I was put under the nebulizer. Reason? Because I had difficulty breathing, I was wheezing and my heart was beating abnormally. He asked me why I didn’t figure out I was serious from this symptom alone. I said hey, I thought it might just be exam stress. But even as it comes out from my mouth I knew I was in denial. My nurse housemate told me once that I’m wheezing and I should have it looked at. I told myself that my heartbeat does feel abnormal. But to both her and myself I said “nah, must be because I’m constantly climbing up the little hill to get to the library” or “I jogged in the cold air this morning” or “I think I’ve had too much spicy food for dinner”. Anything than admitting my body was operating abnormally.

You know when was this?

About a month and half ago. And it has gone on since then.

Foolishly I asked him if I’m still fit for exam. Of course I got a no. His concern was that I’ll be drowsy from the neb and exam is the last thing I should worry about when I’m a few breaths away from pneumonia. He told me to go home and take a great, big rest. I should not be engaged in any strenuous activity this remaining week and possibly the next week until I start breathing properly.

His death sentence? “No spicy food, no fried food, no salty food.” What? What? WHAT? Then what am I supposed to eat then? Rabbit food????

I’m feeling horrible about myself at the moment. I’ve always delayed visit to doctor because I never think I’m that bad anyway. That was the reason I had bronchitis three years ago in the first place. I chose to ignore my history of bronchitis. My doctor told me that whenever I have respiratory troubles next time I must get medical advice because of my bronchitis history. I knew full well that I have tonsillitis but I kept on eating my spicy food. In his words, “you won’t know your car is f****d until the car breaks down”.

And there is this little voice in my head that have been trying to tell me that camping and exposing myself to the cold winter air might be the reason why the sickness have gotten worse. I shut this little voice with a container of chocolate chip cookies. It worked. Now all I hear in my head is mmmmmmmmm, delicious!

Half of my classmates would have been cracking their head to find phantom sickness to defer exam today and here I am, in denial and feeling perfectly healthy but for the fact that I truly have wreck internals.

Though I’m not complaining about the meds I was given. I’ve not slept as well as I had today. Like a log!

I should be studying for my 1.30pm exam tomorrow. Yet here I am procrastinating. I’m a bit worried because I’m not too worried about the paper. It’s Finance 2. I finished revising for it before I went camping, but yet I cannot stop myself from re-revising it again and again and again because of nervousness. I’m sure I have it down pat unless I really screw up tomorrow but…gah. So, in order to distract myself…

Seen and subsequently stolen from Expat Mom.

I’m a Porsche 911!

You have a classic style, but you’re up-to-date with the latest technology. You’re ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you’re one of the elite,and you know it.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Staffis is short, lazy-people slangs for Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

They are a popular choice of pets in this part of the world.

They are cute, but not in a gay way of cute. Like, they are small but not small enough to put in a handbag. Also, because they are a type of Bull dogs, so men feels okay to have this mini sort of bullmastiffs.

Staffis are also attention whore and very, very sulky breed of dogs if you raised your voice to them, or ignore them.

Don’t underestimate the little punks, though. In Australia, Staffis are also used to winch 4WDs out of troubled spots.

This is Tyson. He’s a real sweetheart. He’s such a quite and obedient little doggy, and so very sweet too. Not to mention cool and calm, and very steady. Because we don’t have our own staffi, we had to borrow him from another couple. Here he is ready to pull Hero’s car from the brink of disaster. And don’t underestimate him, he comes with an army commando camouflage harness, and have his own doggy drizabone. Coolness. I’m jealous. I want a drizabone too!

And here’s good ‘ol Seth, ever loyal to his own master and will only pull his car. He doesn’t want to be outdone by a drizabone wearing doggy, so he has put on his rockstar, totally badass studded leather collar to show Tyson how real dogs do it. After all, he’s a guitarist dog, why not play the part, no?

Har har. Sorry doggies. I’m joking. We just had to tie the punks up away from each other because by the second day they were on each other’s throat. That was surprising, considering they were absolute best friends just the night before and have been irritating us by running here there and everywhere!

In fact, this same morning they woke me up by crashing into me. I swiftly pull down the cover of the swag and reprimanded them. They only looked sorry and apologetic for a grand total of 1 nanoseconds, before flashing me their butt and went on their merry, crashing way.

Oh, I am so going to get my own Staffi in the near future. This has been a point of debates between Hero and I, one reason why I want my own place for the moment. I can see myself owning a Staffi in 8 months time. Hero is of the idea that a dog should stay at the backyard, while I’m of the idea that Staffis are not a great outside dog. I want my little dog indoors, hence the reason why I want a staffi…it’s a mini-me of a big dog that is not suitable indoors. Had I wanted an outdoor dog, I would have chose to have a bigger dog. Staffis are a perfect mix of cute little dogs and big bull dogs.

I’ll get myself one once I can feed myself properly. At this rate, every dog within my radius eats way better food than I do.

Aaaah, to be a starving student…

(Starving?? HAH! Struggling, maybe. But definitely not starving. I don’t do starvation. No sirree!)

I’m home! Damn, camping was sooo good. I almost forgot I have exams to prepare for.

Hero is back home for goooood! Yay! Now lets count the days before we get sick of each other. Day 5 and counting…hahaha!

A month ago, Hero got annoyed when I ‘accidentally’ told him the winner of Contender Asia. His exact words was: “Oh you damn women! You blurt out everything!” and instead of being sorry or offended, I laughed my flat butt off. It’s one of the sports Hero and I try to engage each other in, annoying each other at times just to keep things interesting. He usually wins because he farts smelly-ly. I wish I have a smelly fart too.

Turns out I don’t have to go through all the trouble downloading Contender Asia for him because it’s now out on Fox8, every Thursday (take note of that, everyone!).

I came over to his place Thursday night and IMMEDIATELY he bragged about having already watched the first series. He knew I’ve only watched episode 5, 6, 7 and 8 fully. What he didn’t know…was that I’ve watched all the matches, from the first episode til the last. Tee hee hee hee!

“Contender Asia was on today baby, just before you got here,” he said when we were engaged in doona tug-of-war. “I recorded it for you. I’m telling you nothing.”

“Oh, the one with Trevor vs Nareupol?” I said. “Trevor fought well didn’t he? But you can’t beat a Thai in their own sport!”

Jaw drop. Then, “f******g women!”

GREAT HUGE BIG LAUGH, from yours truly!

Me: I can also tell you who fought and won for next week….

Hero: No! NOOOO! Don’t f*****g tell me! Argh! F**k!

Me: BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAA!

I woke up very early the next day without even bothering to shower or change. In my nightie, I wrestled the remote from Hero, kick him out of the comfy chair and demanded he put on Contender Asia.

Heh, I’m joking. I don’t do that to my man. I doubt I can even pull him out of his chair if I summoned all my strength (yes, I’ve tried this when I tried putting him to bed when he was pissed drunk. I learnt early to just leave him wherever he’s sleeping if he’s out. No use wasting your energy, plus, I will get the whole big bed to myself! I can roll from one end to the other end without a log blocking me, hahahah! Woooo hooo!).

Actually, I asked nicely and if you ask a man nicely in your nightie, that gets you everywhere, no?

Aaaah, Foxtel is gooooood, TiVo is gooooood.

Aaaah.