Yawn Yawn TV Marathon

Ch55 hasn't had it this good in a long time. The programme line up, that is. I hardly ever watch tv, and would prefer Discovery Travel's Ian Wright and Anthony Boudain anytime, and maybe a quick snatch of CNA 10 mins each morning as I get ready to work. But wah, now that Revolving Doors of Vengeance is on at 9pm on 55, I'm committed (or shall I say, hooked) to making sure I catch the daily episodes. And the 10pm Tian Ya Xia Yi (The last breakthrough?) is another 1.5hrs of engrossing tv. Healing hands III at 8pm ain't bad either, if I missed that, I could catch the 11.30pm rerun, yep, after Tian Ya Xia Yi. That means, I don't get to bed till 12.30am. Yawn.

3 days in a row of marathon tv so far, and boyo, I must be getting old. I know I am, and age shows it's signs in different ways. Today it manifested itself by requiring me to have 2 caffeine shots, something I hardly ever, rarely ever do. The number of days in this lifetime I've had 2 caffeine shots to-date is definitely less than 10, but at the rate I'm marathoning it'll well be over 10 soon. I wondered if my system could tolerate it, but when one finds herself yawning at 1.30pm despite a morning cappucino, well...that's trouble. And speaking of aging, I used to be a light sleeper. Used to, being the operative past tense. I could be asleep in my room, door closed, and if someone came home late and opened the house door, I could hear it and would wake. These past days whilst sleeping with my room door open, I slept right through when mom came home late, or bro left the house early morning at 6am. My bro is hardly discrete when he moves around the house and easily during my light-sleeping days I would be alert and awake the moment I hear footsteps around the house. But not anymore I guess. Sure sign of aging. In fact, I began to suspect it as sometimes on the days Bis was lucky to be sharing my bed, midway he'd leave and go sleep elsewhere, and I would not feel a single thing as he climbed over me and jumped off. I just slept on.

The Daily Poo Index is getting a little rusty. But not much to update there anymore, so maybe I should change it to the Daily Rat Index. Rat index today was a dismal zero. None to be found. I think these rodents have some sort of shift schedule set up, today must be their cooperative day off. Can't blame them, after all, they get kicked and concussed around quite a bit. So maybe they took some time off to visit their local rodent spa. See them tomorrow I guess.

Chocoholics Diva

I like Bobbi Brown, the cosmetics, not the singer. And I have waay too much make up in my stash, I do. But that didnt' stop me nor Nicole from signing up for the Chocoholics workshop and accumulating even more make up. So it's a hands on workshop, we get to play with colours, collect some goody bags, freebies, spa vouchers, buy more cosmetics but the climax, ahhhh the climax, is the chocolate pastry platter and choc shake, courtesy of Bakerzin. Not knowing that such a goody was in store, Nicole had stuffed herself on burgers prior and I had my snack at Coffee Bean. But it would have been an insult and so criminal to pass up the platter, so we stuffed ourselves silly, despite the risk and threat of all those calories. It was probably a bigger sin not to eat them all.


Did I say I have way too much make up? Yeah, but I can't help but pick up some more today, so after I got home, I took stock of my BB stash. Wah, indeed a lot, maybe a 3 yr supply. That's just BB only. I haven't even gone over my Giorgio Armani stash yet. I've run out of storage space at home and moved a small portion to the office, so that's not even counting my stash in the office. But the thing is, I hardly use any cosmetics, I frankly think it's a waste of time in the morning to doll up, when I can better spend that time sleeping or playing with my dogs. But girls being girls, are irrational creatures where shopping and vanity is concerned. Uh huh.


At yoga today, Viv announced she'll be going away for 2 months for a teacher training course, and her replacement will be Jason Birch until she gets back. Whopeeee!! I rub my hands in glee, we attended Jason's prana workshop recently and he was excellent. He's one of those guys who exude zen, you know when you are talking to him, he's got a zen aura. Looking forward to more prana practice in the next 8 weeks, best of all, no need to pay extra fees. Yay!

Even the doggies were Kungfu Fighting....

The day was packed with activities starting from going to the market early morning to buy dog food, then rushing home to pack the food, rush out to yoga, rush for a quick lunch bite, and then rush to facial, then a massage, then finally slowing down to chill out with C. He bought me dinner at a nice italian place, casual and relaxed, far away from bright lights and maddening crowd. Thank goodness. Food was more than decent, except I had (gamely) ordered a creamy pasta in a 4-cheese sauce. Yeah, it's like eating 10 cheesecakes. I probably had something like 10 pasta shells before surrendering. Even C was finding it a challenge. It's so cheesy my stomach lining is probably coated and all stuck together in chewy stickiness now.

Dog walking was fun tonight, the kiddos found their usual rat friend in the usual rat-friend place near the golf course, and had fun kicking it around. I'm sure the rat was waiting there as always, for the daily meet-the-igs encounter, so all the animals could put on a show for the squeamish human ig owner. It's hilarious watching both dogs bark and try to 'attack' the rat, and even more hilarious as occasionally one of them would kick the long tailed fella and it'll fly up in the air about 1 feet, before landing in the grass patch, temporarily concussed before getting up and taking a well aimed strike at the dogs. Each time the dogs get struck, they'd let out a high pitch yelp that says, "OUCH!!". C managed to get a picture of the rat encounter tonight, since he was brave enough to venture to the crime scene. Me, i just stayed some 10m behind, gamely cheering the rat on and lending moral support from afar. I hate rats. :P


Codie was nabbed again yesterday. I knew it was too good to be true, 2 days of peace and quiet. I had buried Codie under the pillows when I went to take a shower, and upon stepping out of the bathroom door, the poor fella once again was splayed out near the kitchen sink. I wonder if it was a (failed) attempt to get Codie on the chopping board or maybe tried to get a knife to perform a surgical procedure on Codie? Hmmm.


I realised Codie really stinks of wet dog saliva. Must be the reason how the dogs could tag and nab Codie so easily whilst leaving the rest of the gang alone. No choice, so I put Codie and gang, including a very annoyed Slick into the wash. They had a wet roller coaster ride in the machine before being tumbled dry. I dont' think any of them were too pleased, and Slick was probably complaining of a massive headache from being tumbled, spun and squashed around by the big guys. Codie was looking quite mussed up from the wash experience. Here's his new 'wet' look. Ah well, hope he'll be safe after this.

If looks can deceive....

I've committed shopping faux paus again. I thought I was getting a good deal, crabtree online sale, candles going for 50% off. $10 per candle for such quality stuff, cheap cheap. Unfortunately I was off-mark with the shipping estimation, and turns out shipping costs me another $10 per candle. Sigh. Not so cheap cheap after all. When will I ever learn? :P

Looks are deceptive ya know? There's this girl who's on the bus with me almost daily, works at my office, looks like a bimbo, walks like a bimbo, dresses likes a bimbo. I've never talked to her until today when a sticky business matter let me to inadvertently consult her expertise. By golly from the way she worked the keyboard and commands, she certainly is no bimbo. No doubt I had to swallow my tongue and with took some effort to act less ignorant than I was, I doubt I was quite successful. Crap, maybe I do have to start dressing more girly, more feminine and just look big eyed and idiotic more often than not. There's seems to be more advantage to that than dressing in slacks and boring tops all the time, (or yoga attire on weekends). As proven previously, looking aunty does not have much merits, no, not even at tekka market where even the filipino maids can outbargain, out-maneuver and out-elbow me. As I was saying, maybe dressing girly and bimbotic is much better than looking intelligent and getting tongue tied and stuck when trying to formulate smart answers to difficult questions. No one really asks bimbos difficult questions because.....we all know they are air heads. Time to change my head I guess.

Codie was safe for the last 2 days. So far so good.

Ahhh, new drama on Ch55 cable, Revolving doors of Vengeance. YESSSS!!! have been waiting for this since my trip to HK last Aug, when I had to spend 2 weeks there, alone at night with my daily dessert for company. I remember rushing back from my shopping every evening so I could catch this show at 9pm. Of course, 2 weeks was hardly enough time for me to finish watching the 30 episode drama, and needless to say, it will take a year before cable here shows it. But patience has paid off. I rub my hands with glee. Yeah, putting my cable $$ to good use. Finally.

Codename: Thief!

Awwright, there's a codie-nabbing thief in my house and he or she is still at large. This morning as I stepped out of the bathroom, Codie was laid out on the rug outside the bathroom, body all splayed out like a sacrifice to the gods. One of the suspected perp was found hiding in the crate, looking worried. The other suspect was lying innocently on the kitchen rug prettily acting...innocent. Other suspect(s) currently include Slick the sly beanie, Mogu the boneless, and Herbie the turtle.

I had attempted to protect Codie from harm by hiding him under Mogu (a dog toy given by YP years ago for Xmas...or was it Bday??), and piling pillows on top of them both. But somehow in the 10 min shower, one of the 2 italian greyhounds (or should I say, Intelligent greyhounds?) managed to get on my bed, and sniff and dig Codie out from layers of protection, drag him out to the living area and dump him on the bathroom rug. Was that a deliberate show-off act, to tell me that 'youcanhidecodiebuti'llalwaysfindhim'??!

This evening when I arrived home, opened my bedroom door, only to find once again, Codie in Holly's dog basket. Before I left home for the office I had again buried him under the pillows on my bed. Cleaning lady came by today, and one of the perps must have snuck into my room and nabbed him and ran out. Well that eliminates Slick, since he was at work with me today. By god I need to devise a plan to catch the real perp! Who is it really? Holly the obvious? Or Biscuit the depressed? Or is the key mastermind the innocent looking Mogu (spineless but maybe not brainless after all). Or Herbie's revenge plan? The saga continues....

Strike 3 !

Poor Codie, 3 times unlucky today. For some reason there must be a great plot of revenge, or cunning envy, or scheming (as chinese saying goes) "borrow knife kill person". In the morning as I was sitting watching my chinese drama, I suddenly realised Holly was resting her head atop Codie in the crate! How in blazes had she nabbed him, dragged him to the crate without me noticing??! Ahh...well, when I'm engrossed in my chinese drama, I'm kinda....engrossed. Or maybe she wasn't the one who dragged him, maybe it was the Bis...or maybe Codie walked there by himself?! It would seem the perpetrator was Holly, but was it really? Or was it a set-up? If so, who set Holly up? Codie was slobbered in wet saliva, eeuuuw. Later as I came out from the shower, poor Codie was spotted at the foot of my bed, curled up on his side. Aww, I could imagine him whining from his beating, as he whimpered weakly from the floor. So it seems, his newly acquired kung-fu skills which he learnt post- Dragon Tiger gate has not helped him much. Perhaps Bis and Holly (or slick?!) have mastered some higher superior propelCodiefromthebed skills. Sometime tonight, as I was once again distracted by my chinese drama, I failed to realise that Codie was once again for the 3rd time today, ambushed from his hiding place on the bed. There is a big plot going around and I must unravel it, I must save and protect Codie. I must find the perp.

> 2 is a crowd

Went out last nite with my colleauges to New York New York, a NYDC-type of restaurant where Yvette's hubby is one of the chefs. So-so typical american burger/ribs/sandwich joint in large portions, and obviously 99% of the patrons are the teenage and young adults crowd. Super crowded and macham noisy like crazy. As we sat there munching and having good conversation (for the 1st time in over 7 yrs I had a root beer float, just because the pic on the menu looked soooo beckoning), we observed the crazy human traffic milling and moving at turtle speed at the citylink walkway. Didn't I say Singapore is waaaaay too crowded?? That scene just reinforced and triple enforced my belief. Gawd, when and where did we birth so many children?? Who said anything about declining birth rate? Bah.

We witnessed an event of a lifetime - Nicole actually using her hands to eat her ribs!! Those of us who know her well know her as super anal and super sanitized about everything. She sanitizes everything and amongst her stranger quirks, she actually has sets of clothing she wears just to play with her dog. Poor fella actually has to wait for her to get home, get changed into old t/shirt and shorts before she pats him. And she sanitizes her clothes and her hands before and after touching her dog. Sheesh. Anyway, the memorable fingers-to-ribs event was captured on my handy phonecam. Of course, post-ribs eating she spent a good 10 mins wiping down each and every finger including scraping the undersides of her fingernails just to ensure they are totally clean. We all rolled our eyes in exasperation. Citylink mall, btw, was probably super duper extra crowded that night as there was a fireworks display at 9pm. Same thing happened at our LPS satay outing, there was a fireworks display which probably accounted for why crowds of people were there too. I witness neither fireworks event, preferring to tuck into food comfort food.

The cowburglar who nabbed Nattie struck again - apparently it seems there is now a Natty cousin standing lonesomely at some road divider at Beach Road. Poor bovine even lost part of its tail during its 'adventure' of being herded away from the rest of its family. No guessing who the 'shepard' was. Would have loved to see this cow but I'm sure park rangers would have escorted it home to its herd by now.