Sunday, March 31
the Queen Mother has passed away at the grand old age of 101.. i can't believe that anyone in the limelight can actually make it to that age in the first place.. and it's terribly sad because her husband passed away 50 years ago. looks like the monarchy of britain is certainly going to have alot of changes happening..i was just watching MTV just now, and painting my mom's nails when britney's 'i'm not a girl, not yet a woman' came on. yes yes i know, it's britney spears, but as i was half listening to the song i realised that it actually is quite meaningful. or maybe it's just meaningful to the period of my life now. i'm in the stage in life where i'm not quite a girl (having officially passed the 21 age of freedom mark) but at the same time i don't think i've made an impact on the world, or done anything that seems significant... anything that can deem me as an adult, or a real woman.
but then again, it's hard to know when that time comes. everyone tells you when you reach 21 that you've become a real woman (in the case of girls that is), but how can something like that happen overnight?
i think that song will be my theme song for now.. 'because i'm not a girl, not yet a woman..'
i spent the day lazing around chad's house, and i finally finally got to watch the nightmare before christmas. i can see why everyone's always raving about it, because it's such a cute show! the songs were just sooo brilliant! and it's no wonder it took almost 2 years to do, the animation's pretty good.. typical tim burton stuff though :P
Friday, March 29
RIP IZZYmy poor siamese fighting fish has.. well, given up the fight. he's been sick for the past two-three days, of what i'm not quite sure either, because before that he was just as he usually was - happy to see me, and greedy to eat his food..
but *Sigh* i guess it wasn't meant to be, and now he's gone on to a fish heaven, where hopefully he won't get into a fight with anyone, and he'll be having a good time..
now is just the question of whether or not i should get a new fish.. i'm thinking that maybe i might.. because they're such beautiful fish to watch..
i'll miss you izzy! wherever you are..
Thursday, March 28
it's my last day here at harper's bazaar (yes, i'm doing this during office hours) and the experiences have been great, lessons learned aplenty, and i'm hoping that if ever an opportunity comes up for me to work here again, i hope that they'll definitely keep me at the top of that list :)*grins*
Saturday, March 23
i just did my second interview yesterday, and i think it went pretty well! alright, so it wasn't anything very mind-bending, or intellectually challenging, but it was an interview, and i think it went well!*grins*
next week is my last week of work at harper's, and i think even though it's been tough at times, i'm really going to miss working there.. hopefully in the future when they've got a job opening they'll call me back to work for them!
Wednesday, March 20
being sick can sometimes be such a pain in the ass.. i've lost my sense of smell, and i've had a constant headache since saturday. why oh why can't we all just remember to take care of our health so we don't always have to go through things like this?i spent three hours last night tossing and turning in bed, i wasn't quite awake, but i wasn't quite asleep either.. i was kind of drifting in and out of either state.. which doesn't really make for very good sleep. i didn't feel that bad this morning though, probably because of the three hour nap i'd had at chad's place earlier on!
isit really that difficult for us to take care of our bodies? it's afterall, something that we've had with us all our lives. you'd think by now we'd be used to how it worked, what it needed and what it didn't need.
i guess we're all just suckers for pleasure in the short term!!
Monday, March 18
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US$7,000 full page ad in the paper to present the life of a dog..
HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected,because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.
I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.
The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.
As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned"pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.
Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters,on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life,that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice,and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. -Jim Willis
Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one unwanted pet.
Remember...They love UNCONDITIONALLY, If you give them LOVE.
Sunday, March 17
work, i think, has taken too much of a toll on me. i've had a stuffed up head since yesterday (which included a terrible headache) my throat is itchy and my nose is leaky. *sigh* i guess i really wasn't at healthy as i thought i was! but at least i'm stopping work at the end of the month. i'd love to keep on working there, but it seems that they're not all that interested in actually paying me if i stay *sobs*i'd love to stay though, because the job's gotten to a point where i'm more on my own now, and that makes things a little easier, and it's always helpful when you already know how everyone else works. cest la vie! i guess it's on to the next thing in life now.. which for the moment looks like a whole lot of bag making and glass painting! *grins* i'll take this chance to get to know my 'housewifey' side!
i don't think i'm very worried about being jobless soon. everyone keeps reminding me that times are hard, and that the economy is not doing so well, so just hang in there and something will work out. but i know that already! i know that things always work out in the end, and sometimes it just takes a little patience. but why do people think i'm so upset by it? like i should be throwing a tantrum because i can't find a job. i'm 22, i'm certainly in no big hurry to get my career up to top notch like RIGHT NOW. if i have to work for the next 30 - 40 years, then hey, i'm certainly going to take my time to find out what it is that i really want to do.
Chad's starting a new job soon though *grins* way to go sweetie! i think you've made the right decision, because it's going to be an opportunity of a lifetime (well, for now that is!).
it's formula one at sepang today.. but since i've come back to singapore, it somehow doesn't feel the same anymore. i miss those formula one dinners we used to have, and each race we'd have a theme (not hard to guess, malaysian race means malaysian food, japanese race means .. you guessed it! japanese food!) but i think it was just the gathering of everyone and enjoying something together that made it so nice.. we'd all stuff ourselves silly, then just lie around my apartment (or lie wheverever anyone could find a space) and watch the race. it was fun to watch too, because we all supported different teams.. ('GO BUTTON!' yells kelvin, 'erm, kelvin, that's montoya' says us).
men are funny sometimes!
Stockport County football team in Britain are to turn day into night in desperate bid to avoid relegation. The club has won three games all season and they've all been played at night. "The floodlights will be going on however bright the day," a spokesman said.
hmm.. perhaps they should be checking what's in those lights!
Saturday, March 16
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOUSEMATE C!!!!*throws confetti around*
Monday, March 11
i feel like i've been on holiday for the longest time! i took the day off work today (something i thought i really needed) and i have to say, i think i'm not really looking forward to going back to work now! just seem to be so tired all the time. i guess that's what happens when you're working though, well, at least that's what everyone else who has to work tells me!but i've had a really wonderful weekend, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY KERYL AND SHARIN! *grins* i hope you guys had a great time on saturday night!
Sunday, March 10
A wrist computer has been developed to direct drinkers to the nearest pub, says London's Sun newspaper. The device links up with satellites to pinpoint where you are and displays the four nearest pubs. Users simply ask, "Where's the boozer?" The device can even show the way home.i hope one day they can invent a device like that for finding sales! *grins*
Tuesday, March 5
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!*giggles*
it's been a rather low key birthday, but that's kinda the way i liked it.. i think! ahahah.. i went to work as usual, and had to do the typical work stuff, although i did get a bumper crop of CDs from SONY (Thank you wonderful SONY people!), and then off to a photoshoot for CLEO, which i went along with housemate C.. and both of us were so tired by the end of it.. photoshoots can sometimes just take so much of your energy! *flops dead*
but i did get some wonderfully beautiful flowers from Chad! *grins* a total of 24 red roses and 10 yellow geberas! what more could a girl ask for eh? :))
Monday, March 4
time just seems to be slipping away much much too fast!the only moments when i wish that time would go a little faster is when i'm at work, sitting at my computer with nothing else to do.. i've surfed all the sites i usually surf, i've read all the news (the ones i want to read anyway!) and researched all the work i've got to do. either i'm way too efficient, or i'm just forgetting to do a whole lot more than i can remember!
it's march already! the third month, and that means the year is almost a quarter over! but hey, march is a good month (mainly because it's the month of my birthday). i don't know how i'm going to feel about being 22. it doesn't sound like much now, but i can still remember turning 18. and that feels like it was almost 10 years ago. 22. hmm.. i kinda like the sound of being just 21. it's the age of freedom (supposedly), it's a time where i can finally be an adult, and be my own person. even if it means that nothing has changed expect the number of my age. funny how that works eh?
i treated myself to a wonderful pedicure. i think if i was rich enough, that's how i'd spend my days.. go to spas, get manicures and pedicures, daily massages, yoga classes, pilates classes.. then i could feel like i was just floating on air all the time.. *ohm*
"Secret Service agents shopping for souvenirs in Salt Lake City left behind instructions for protecting Vice-President Dick Cheney and his family at the Winter Olympics. The document outlined the positioning of agents during the closing ceremony."
ohh boy.
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