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i’m going to take a lot of heat for this, but i’ve queried some of my buddies. would you like a woman, who can cook? the response leaned very much to a resounding, YES!!!! they didn’t mean maggi mee and eggs either. something more substantial. dishes would be good.

now, i grew up in a family, who strongly believed in equality between both sexes. from small, both my sister and i were made to do household chores on a rotation basis. cooking was no different. i’m proud to say that i can at least bear my own cooking and my sister does, get by as well. now, is it reasonable if i expect women to be able to cook without burning stuff or making the “kangkung” taste like salted veggie?

fast forward. i dropped some hint, that the ‘lady’ should try taking it up (cooking), rather than relying on her mom and 4 elder sister (figures), but nooooo. she kept giving weird excuses. oh well, hope her boyfriend or hubby enjoys instant noodles. she must also be skilled in preparing maggi mee in 101 different styles, like my friend’s cousin brother.

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12 July 2005 - 25 July 2005

In loving memory of our dearest Floppie. Our time together was short, yet you will never be forgotten. Thank you bringing joy into our lives. You will be missed dearly.

Sorry about the picture. It was taken in a hurry by my sister using her handphone, hence the quality.

two days ago, i was greeted by a bundle of joy upon entering my dad’s car after work. it was the cutest ‘lil puppy i’ve seen. being a schnauzer, it had a wee beard and looked like an old man. my parents hadn’t named it and i decided i would. so the fella became known as floppie. it liked to flop on your feet wherever you were, hence the name.

now, i noticed on the way home, that floppie had some health problems. it was sneezing, but my parents thought nothing of it. so floppie was introduced into our family and the family cat. she wasn’t too happy about that. poor amber. heh heh heh. the next morning, my mom decided to take it back to her petshop and see if the vets there could check what was wrong with her.

fast forward to yesterday. i was surprised that i did not find floppie in the car and was solemnly told by my mom that she was sick and was returned to the seller. for how long, no one could say. we only had her overnight, but we are already attached to her. i could hear the disappointment and sadness in my mom’s voice. i felt the same way too. i still have some pictures of floppie and also the last look on it’s face as i said goodbye to it before walking into my office building. gosh, i miss her. i’m a sucker for animals.

i pray that she will recover soon and come back to us. kinda miss that furball with four legs. to all my beloved readers, please pray for my puppy’s speedy recovery. thank you.

i borrowed a CD from a colleage today. i was scanning through the playlist and saw Dido’s song titled, “Life for Rent”. images of renting someone’s life for a shortwhile, flashed through my mind. wouldn’t it be interesting if we could step into someone’s life for a small fee. abandon our shell for some form of escapism. you could be a hollywood superstar, ms. popular at school/work, an astronaut in space. the skies the limit. only bound by your imagination and how deep are your pockets. if this were a reality, who would you choose?

here comes the twist. what if it need not be human? you could be anything? plants, minerals, insects, animals or any inanimate object (picture a toaster or a toothbrush). mind-blowing stuff, this. i know there will be some people, who will state they prefer to be themselves; throw those veils away for a moment and open up your mind, is all i ask.

what’s this? you would like to know what i chose? why sure! i would choose to be an emotion. specifically happiness. what, that’s absurd? no, it’s not. to be happiness, i would have to be happy all the time (i am happiness, people ^_^). plus, i will always be welcomed anywhere and everywhere. i will be able bring happiness to each and every living being on earth. now, ain’t that cool.

yeah yeah…laugh, smirk and ridicule me. i won’t be visiting you then. i’ll be using Santa’s system of good people and bad people to visit. heh heh heh…he who laughs first, laughs last.   

i was told that there would be bad news coming my way, today. seems like i have been receiving more and more of these lately. when will my bad streak end? no wonder they say, “when it rains, it pours”.

keeping my hopes high, though. hoping i will pull through in one piece. life. if it throws me lemons, i make lemonade, but when it throws you durians, that’s going to be a wee bit difficult.

we gotz ta chillz, maannngggg!! haha.