Which means..

Since he is a boston terrier pup, it means I currently have

1. 4 bunnies
2. 2 guinea pigs
3. boston terrier pup and
4. a golden retriever who's waiting for us to pick her up when we return home.

I want a zoo!!!!!!! Full of bunnies, pigs and pups!!

His.

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious. Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

I knew it!

Your Ideal Pet is a Little Dog

You're both high strung, hyper, and cute. You're one of the few people who can get away with carrying your little dog in a little bag.

What's Your Ideal Pet?

The kind of relationship I have.

Part 1

Me: Hey, I called you 4 times just now but it just couldn't get through.
AA: Huh, really........that's strange. It went staight to the voicemail?
Me: Yea, were you on the phone? It always doesn't get through if we are on the line.
AA: No, I wasn't.
Me: Hmmmm, now that's strange.
AA: Anyway, what did you want to tell me?
Me: Can't remember la, that was so long ago.
AA: Hahahahahhahahahaa.
Me: Ooi, why you laugh at me? Not my fault that I couldn't get through right?
AA: Hahahaa, you should have written it down.
Me: You think I'm very free ah?

Part 2

AA: I've something to tell you later. Remind me.
Me: Ok, give me a clue, so that I can hint you if you forget later.
AA: Ok, 'irritated with studying'.
Me: Erm, okay, person or thing?
AA: Person.
Me: Erm, okay..name starts with?
AA: The person who lent me the book.
Me: Oh, that girl. Maybe she likes you!
AA: Don't be stupid.
Me: No! You know, sweet innocent loves start from lending or borrowing a book!
AA: Hahahaha.
Me: Hmmmm, I think you should move from the com lab to the library, even more romantic.
AA: *Laughs at how silly I am* No!
Me: Okay la, get back to your revision with your girlfriend.
AA: Don't be crazy.
Me: Tata!

So I reckon my other half thinks he has a silly, stupid, crazy girlfriend (how very complimenting hmmm) hahahahaa who really should be doing her own revision now.

Ok, back to the case study. Ciao!

P.S Pardon me for the slight Singaporean-styled narration.

Personality test.

Not too long back, I took the same personality test that I had undertaken while I was in college. Of course, unlike the professional process in college, the recent one was a plain computer-generated quiz (Honestly, I'm clueless if it's accurate). Regardless, I got the exact same results. Does that mean I haven't changed very much since I was 17? Maybe. No matter how hard I try to change myself a little here and there in hope to become stronger, it seems that I'm still the same old me.

I'm highly irrational and I'm extreme. I'm either very sensitive or cold-bloodedly insensitive. I either care a hell lot, or am absolutely nonchalent and don't give a darn.

After a long break, I find myself back here: friendship issues. How childlike can I get, I think to myself. Adults are cooler than this, aren't they? Or at least they seem more adapted. I'm just childishly, foolishly upset over little disappointments. I guess these days, at my ripe quarter-of-a-century age, many just care about their relationships and don't really get their hearts broken over friends, right? Or is this a senseless unrealistic assumption? Then this will serve to be a consolation: maybe I'm not the only one. Maybe this just indicates that I'm still alive and breathing and am courageous enough to throw my heart out to people out there.

Anyway, I aspire to be a cooler grown-up, who doesn't get upset by the million specks of nonsense that goes around this warped world. That way, I get to appear to be an adult and possibly pass off as one *Winks!*.

Oh, and to have two different silly things upsetting me on consecutive days = I need alot more sugar to make myself think happy thoughts! Double Chocolate ice-cream, here I come!

Still caring too much.

I'm one of those silly donuts who care too much, and think too much about friendships and friends, some who probably don't care too much anyway. As we grow up, some friendships become priceless and mean the world, while some just slide so faraway and become naught.

I've made some new friends, some whom I've come to adore very much. This ain't a good thing sometimes because that means what they do and how they are means alot to me and actually impacts how I'm feeling.

But oh well, these don't really change true friendships. The liking still stays as peachy and radiant, it just makes one feel a tad more vulnerable and sometimes a little sad.

Alright, I'm back to being cheery now after listening to my current favourite song. You know there's this thing called the radioblog? You can have your own player with a hand-picked list of songs on the blog. If I'm not lazy, I may put it up here! Oh, but I'm lazy 24/7 yea? Hahaha.

R.I.P

Nothing can revive my dearest laptop. All I see are black screens. I thought the blue screen of death is severe, but black screen with just a blinking cursor? That's suicide.

Let's bow our heads in a moment of silence, as we moan the loss of my laptop.

Plead: I can't even reformat. The 2nd disc ain't working. HELPPPP!!!!

A stopped heart

At about 3pm this afternoon, my laptop started throwing odd tantrums. Just before you think I was being a mean donkey overworking my slave, no! I wasn't overkilling it by running all my giant monster programs at a go. In fact, it was just our usual anime marathon, period. Nothing more.

Weird blue screens kept jumping at us and it kept restarting. But nothing, NOTHING was going to stop me from watching the animes after the serious bouts of (yes, even now) migraine that I have suffered from for 3 whole days (and possibly more to come). And so, I allowed the strange symptoms to continue. Restart, blue screen, restart, and basically this process was on repeat mode. Then suddenly, it DIED.

Windows does NOT start up. The only clue was 'Windows XP could not start because the following file is missing or corrupt: \WINDOWS\SYSTEM32\CONFIG\SYSTEM'.

Honestly, I was worried but my migraine kept me from showing any forms of anxiety. In fact, I fell asleep while my other half restarted the laptop a number of times just to see if it's just a tantrum that spun out of control for a moment. But when I woke up at about 5pm, I realised it had really died, and that blue screen was a really famous nemesis called 'blue screen of death'.

With a broken heart and absolute persistence, I hung in there till 2am with my trusty companion (Not my other half, I'm talking about the migraine) and FINALLY got it fixed up without losing a single file or document! *Grins in delight!* Laptop, please don't give me another heart attack. I can't live without you! *Muack Muack!*

This is the miracle saver!! http://www.tek-tips.com/faqs.cfm?fid=5362

a perfect night here.

a perfect night here compromises of:

1. chilly night in spring
2. hot bath in lavender bath salt
3. a partner that makes you laugh by singing stupid horridly translated songs
4. 4 bunnies, one in which is your make-shift puppy (he can't woof woof though)
5. kfc family feast (10 piece chicken, 1 large mash potato, 1 large fries with chicken salt, 4 small coleslaw, 1 bottle of coke HEH)
6. sitcoms/movie/anime marathon while warmly cuddled under the quilt

some of the above can be substituted, but some...................can't.

just for tonight.

i must have gotten my fiery temper from the genes, i'm quick-tempered. oh, and short-tempered too. a stubborn arse with little patience. actually, i'm not sure if you know this, but my anger transforms into a spiral of laughter really easily too, if you only just try.

if you ever fight with me (big quarrel, fist fight, petty tiffs, stupid squabbles whatever), all you have to do is tickle me, give me a hug and whisper rosy happy things into my ear and i'll probably giggle and return you the tickles ten-fold cheerily. in a blink, all the gloom will go away and the yellow sun floats back into the skies.

i'm that simple. i really snap out of anger that easily. sometimes, in anger, i secretly have odd little wishes, like wanting you to nudge my head and laugh at how silly i am, to get angry over this, this, and that. just like a red rose acting fierce and tough with all the little thorns and pricks. is this my wall of defence? maybe. or maybe it's my way of sending you little messages. 'are you there? have you forgotten about me? hello hello?'

when i cry (so what if it's just 5 minutes? or 3?), my world collapses too, into a muddy football pitch and the thunder roars in constant thumps. i know i'm strong in mind and in soul, but sometimes, i just want you to remember that in tantrums, i'm a little girl, like every other girl in this big big world.

hoppo says 'NOW'

i haven't been blogging for awhile and dearest hoppo gave me an extremely kind reminder.

hoppo: you haven't been blogging for awhile
me: ya hehehehehhhehee
hoppo: go blog
me: k k i will
hoppo: NOW
me: hehehehehhehehehe i will blog SOON
hoppo: liar!!!

and thus, here i am, dropping a little blog entry to appease my dearest friend who has a broken back (without a mountain, or so she says). poor thing, she has been having strange ailments of all sorts lately: insomnia, a numb last finger and a broken back!

regardless, hehehhehhe she's still the spicy hot chick hahhahaa, with heaps of funny brain juice. take care yeah?

cheers.

Expect some changes.

In life, I hope to accept that change is constant, and adapt to changes more maturely.

I would like to say a little less, and learn to appreciate the silence.

I hope not to judge or criticise, I hope to see the world and its people with an open heart.

I hope to live my life to the fullest in an impromptu manner for the next 1 year. Afterthat, I will like to take an attempt at growing up.

Sometimes, some things are better left unsaid. Therefore, I will like to learn to be a little reserved, probably think before I speak, and not put a voice to every thought in my head.

I shall allocate more time to myself. I will like to think that at times, being alone can be extremely therapeutic and comforting.

I'm so rooted in this current personality mould, so I know the above wouldn't come by easily. But well, at least I'm giving them some thoughts.

This much of it is true.

Yes, I'd been attracted to a couple of split personalities. But they always belong to the popular crowd, seeming all flamboyant, loud and fiery, but are in reality the sweetest, rather reserved, most grounded people on earth.

Yes, I feel most alive when things are straight-forward, and when I'm told that I'm loved. But what makes me hop and pounce about are yummy unexpected surprises and heaps of cuddly teddy bear hugs and 'I love you's! To be appreciated and knowing that I'm appreciated by my loved ones bring me the greatest contentment. I don't believe in keeping things from my loved ones, I hate it when things are made complicated, everything should be kept simple, just as it was supposed to be.

Well, I would be forced to break up with someone whom I don't love anymore I reckon. Otherwise, I usually give second chances (heaps of them) and hope that things change for the better. It's somewhat true that I would be unable to put up with someone who's difficult to please though. Doesn't make sense if you have to constantly please someone just to sustain the relationship. Where's the love!

My ideal relationship is fun, passionate, and yeah, comforting i guess. :) There has to be warmth, love and most importantly, honesty, sincerity, peace, fun, laughter and God.

Sadly, I've cheated before. I regret that very much, so I would like to think that I will never do that again, ever.

Marriage? Actually, I love and embrace the idea of settling down with The One. Having our own dream apartment, one or two lovely puppies, many pigs and a few bunnies. Kids? Probably, but I've a serious and uncontrollable phobia of childbirth and being a mother. However, at this point in time, yes I'm afraid of marriage! I reckon I'm still a child, and I think only adults have the right to contemplate and consider marriage. Therefore, I'll only be ready when I think I have grown beyond the child in me.

At this moment, I think of love as something I already have in my life. I used to do everything for love, and I probably will still do anything for love. Won't fall for it easily? On the contrary, I've always fallen in love easily, at the snap of a finger, unknowingly, unexpectedly. And I'm happy this way, because love itself is meant to be unexplainable and an endless mystery.

how much of this is true?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

lucky no.5

i know it sounds cheesy, but i just have to say this:

i'm the most most most most most fortunate person in this world. :)

there are heaps more to say, but i'm left with eight minutes to make it for a 9.30 a.m appointment. so, later!

waves.

the sandcastle is washed away.

somebody.

Somebody
Depeche Mode

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things

But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it

the 19th day.

19 days of january have come and gone by. this year is running on such a quick rhythm, i am hardly keeping up. if 2006 is a treadmill, i have long lost that pace and have fallen flat on my face.

someone please tune that treadmill to a decent speed. now!

god, rain or shine.

everything gets back on track once i get my focus fixed up. whenever i stray away from God, my life crumbles and like a messed puzzle, i struggle endlessly to piece my broken self back together by my own strength, and not His. my own strength is like that uhu glue that cannot even keep my favorite sandals together, while God is the self-sacrificing father who carries me on His back when i have lost all strength to take even one more step.

for close to two weeks, i tried to conquer the world on my own. i was battered, bruised and defeated. emotions can cause an overkill, adoration can tear you away from happiness, isolation becomes warmer than a human touch and emptiness can seem the safest place on earth. without God's peace and counsel, life is colorless and withered. yet that gray world of no colors can seem so low, till you want to stay put there forever. it is rockbottom, they say. where else can you go?

well, now that i have regained my sight, and my eyes are tightly fixed on Him above. i know that wherever i am, i have the right to feel peace in my heart and joy. plus, i have the right to get back on my feet and climb happily up the ladder to a happier place, and a happier me.

and so, the gloom is over, finally found the strength to tell Him that i am sorry, to have taken Him for granted, even if it is just for two weeks. in gladness and thanksgiving, i know i am forgiven, through His ever amazing grace. being caught up in a bustling city lifestyle is no excuse. a sweet friend once told me: life is like a piece of paper. draw a vertical margin on the paper. and keep that only for god.

if i could do that when i was a nine-year-old school kid, and never scribbled my trash into the margins. i am sure that i can learn to manage the margins of my life now. just takes some practice and self-discipline. not going to be easy, but i know god deserves my praises, time and attention.

back to lighter topics, i have finally completed something that i owe for one and a half weeks. well, if this falls through, i am probably going to knock my head against the wall and whine for three days till my neighbours clobber me into concussion. god, i pray that you will grant me this opportunity.

and guys, happy new year! if i have not said this to you, yet. but i guess i have not, because my new year has just begun!

cheerios!

nursery rhyme.

i heard what you said.
it keeps ringing in my head,
and something tells me that i will remember,
remember, remember.

i will write it down somewhere,
maybe tattoo it on my neck,
just so that i will always remember,
remember, remember.

the world is spinning.
my head is fucking hurting.
i can't wait for tomorrow.
when i wake, i will never remember that name.
never, never, never remember.