It's supposed to be Idiot Proof

When I asked Uncle for some recommendation, i.e idiot proof (aka Holly-can-even-use-it), Uncle says THIS is it.

Wah the price. I had to think about it awhile.

So I finally got something new. With much trepidation. And of course I probably paid waay to much - but damn when service is that good, it makes a difference. So at the shop looking quite lost, kind female associate takes pity on me and asks nicely if she could assist me.

Me: How much that one?
She: I can give it to you for $xxx (cheaper than RRP)
Me: Oh how about that other one.
She: Yep that one on sale. [Shows me, and a few others]
She: I'll throw in an extra 'xzy' as well.
Me: [hmm. Ooohhh].

We chat a bit. Told her I need to think, chew my lips over the prices. Called a few other places to check. Seems like a nice deal. I circle around the store a bit, finally back to the counter and beckons her. She smiles.

Me: I can download to my mac?
She: Sure. I can give you a abc for free too.
Me: Got a screen protector?
She: Yup, I'll give you that too.

Ok wow. By then I'm sold. We chit chat a bit and I happily signed a fair bit of moolahs away.

Cross my fingers now it's really Idiot proof, else I gotta complain to Uncle.

First snapshot from my new toy.

H1n...what?

So Veron is down with apparently H1N1. Bugger me, I caught the flu bug too. Don't know if it was H1N1, and frankly bless the doctor who told me to fight it off without tamiflu. All I got were clarinaise and panadol. 39 deg fever is no joke, but here's where western medicines no help, traditional chinese cures are best. Lots of chicken soup with ginger, and of course the infallible Ling Yang as well as traditional cough remedy. Handy to have TCM halls near the house (privileges of HDB living, woohoo).

The thing about being sick, is one has no energy for anything. Even surfing TPF (not for Veron though).

So flu is gone, and as Veron staunchly believes, we cannot move on to afterlife until we get the BLACK BOX (or rather she does). So there's a strong reason to live. Meanwhile this haze is making my head pound.

Maybe I should start teaching my dogs to fetch me remedies from the TCM hall downstairs. Hmm.

Love

Love is when one is alerted to one's dog behaving oddly in the wee hours of the night, walking around like a drunkard.
Love is when you give your beloved pet some privacy as he retches his dinner onto his bed and continues to the floor.
Love is when you understandingly and patiently wash the soiled items and mop the floor at 1am in the morning.
Love is when you realise either one or both dogs also peed on the rug (one takes a close sniff of the rug to verify. The familiar pong of stale pee. Euuwww).
Love is when you lovingly pet and soothe your pet as he hangs his head in shame and embarressment, his shoulders hunched and tears streaming from his eyes.
Love is when you reassuring tell your dog it's ok to retch in your room even as he struggles hard not to make a mess.

and meanwhile the bimbo is behaving like a bimbo as usual. Clueless and totally insensitive.

The Bis is getting old. And it's times like this it dawns that he has reached his senior years. Can't help wondering how much more we have left together.

Chubby Hubby's Spam Fries

Man. SPAM has never looked this good. Well, when it comes to Chubby Hubby, anything is possible. Dang it I'm vegetarian.

A Martian: Lazy vs Stupid

So Men from Mars and women are venusians. I think my Martian is from some part of a Mars village called "Don't move your ass". C lives in a nice row of terrace houses just 100 metres from all the glory of Katong food (chicken rice, laksa etc). So when one is hungry, I assume he could walk out and buy all sorts of good yummy food.

No. When C is hungry, he raids his fridge. What does he find? An old, unrefridgerated easter egg chocolate. A carton of milk of unknown origins. Orange juice of unknown expiry date. A packet of curry made from godknowswhen. And then he eats them all. Because he's hungry. Why can't he walk out to food places? It's too far away. Drive then I say, it's just round the corner. He says it's too much work.

The result? Massive tummy ache. The thing is, a sensible person would know not to ingest food when the combination will give a tummy ache. For C, when the choice is either go hungry 5 mins more drive out for food vs eat expired food now and get massive tummy ache. His choice is always the latter.

Go figure. Martians are dumb methinks.

Unless one has an iron stomach like Holly.

Martians and Venusians

Veron recently blogged about men from mars. True, most men are just single-minded, or rather, one track mind whereas women are apt multi taskers. In that context, C's opinion on H-bags are that if it was up to him, he'd get only one THE bag. Some grand cambodian newt crocodile foreskin that only 10 in the world are made. Why waste money buying several "entry level" bags? My answer? Women need several bags to match several occasions and outfits.

Sidetrack a little.

Recently while driving along the e'way, C spotted this strange sighting. Look closely at what's strapped to the pillon rider. See if you can figure that out.

Sidelines

Orange boxes are expensive. How to feed the habit? One suggestion was to ebay the dogs. Hmm. Guess Holly and Bis together could sell for enough money to buy 1 bag. Maybe. But hey, I guess a better solution would be to breed puppies.

1 puppy = $1500
5 puppies = 1 giant Orange box
10 puppies = 1 highly coveted Orange box

So ok, Holly has to start paying her dues. I'll just put up an ad for a stud dog. Ad looks like this:

Himbo needed to breed with Bimbo.

Then when the litter arrives, ad will go:

Dumbo puppies for sale. $1500. Rare breed. G'teed Pretty Dumb.