Apr 18, 2009

Adopting a Pigpo

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I have never really been interested in pure breeds. Being a child from mix parentage, my world has always been rich with multi-racial relatives and their culture.

So naturally, I would be inclined to to adopt a child who is also of mix heritage.


Introducing my new pig, Sir Oinkserlot!



No, really, his name is Sir. It's not a title given by the Queen. He just likes to pretend that he's royalty.

Sir Oinkserlot is unlike the typical pigs you see. Not only is he purple in color, he may also look a little hippo-ish. That's because his great great great great Great grandmother married a hippo also because of her far-sightedness, near-sightedness and night-blindness plus colour-blindness (although he assures me that he's every bit a PIG at heart).

True to his piggy nature, he loves to eat and sleep a lot. But he says that his favourite past time is dancing with the ladies (a trait I believe he got from his groovy hippo side).

Check out the heart shape butt. Bet he's wiggled that butt many times in front of the ladies. hehehe...


Sir Oinkserlot is a charming young pigpo man who is also respectful to the ladies. What can I say? He just loves his ladies. But hopefully he'll love me the most *fingers crossed*

I can't wait for him to arrive at my doorstep. Oh what a wonderful addition he'll be to my family! :D




Note: Sir Oinkserlot was designed and handmade by my sister's FOSTER sister, Samantha (she says that makes us family. lol!). You can check out more of her creations at http://amicutecritters.blogspot.com/ or you can visit her shop here.

p/s: I'll be away this weekend for a much needed R&R. Spending the weekend at Nora's, where we'll be having a Wii marathon. Have a great weekend everyone! xoxo.

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Jan 6, 2009

The Australian Double Chin

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I’m finally back to my blogging life after my long vacation. I should’ve gone back to updating my blog last week but for some "strange" reason, the internet connection in my hometown was so bad, that I abandoned the idea of going online altogether. I believe it was a sign telling me to enjoy an extended break from blogging I needed to recuperate first before going back to my old routine and eat more fatty food, since my hands were free from the keyboard.

I’ll try to keep my experience on Australia as short as possible. 11 days there definitely gave me plenty of things to do, hence more things to write about. So it’s best to sum it all up as I don’t have the will power to write lengthy posts so as to not bore my lovely readers.


We stayed at Quest on Arlington Serviced Apartments. It's expensive, but that's the price you pay for one of the best accommodations in Perth (or so I was told).


My days in Perth started as early as 8am. That’s pretty early for someone who enters the office at 10.30am. My “job” in Perth was to be driver for my mom and her friend, G. And when I’m not driving them around, I carry their shopping bags and “help” them eat. And boy, do they "need" help! By Christmas, I was already sporting a *gasp* double chin! (I better start working out soon. The fat jokes are getting old hehehe. Plus I'll be attending a couple of weddings in Feb, and God forbid if I look anything less than fabulous).

We drove to Fremantle a lot. The men spent most their days on playing on all the best golf courses (such as The Vines and Joondalup Resort), so that left us women with nothing else to do but shop. Mom and Aunt G were pretty determined to buy everything they can, while I was determined to eat all the fish-n-chips I could find (we don't get very nice fish-n-chips in Malaysia).


The Fremantle market, a place where you can find all sorts of stuff at cheap prices



Doing the whole tourist thingy by buying souvenirs for family and friends


Aunt G and my mom, who almost broke into song and dance in the picture above. Shopping has that effect on her ;)



Mom and I on the harbour



Cicerello's - they serve very good fish-n-chips here!



You throw this at the seagulls to keep them from landing on your table. No, j/k. This is the buzzer that let's you know that your food is ready for collection.


The evil stuff that was my daily diet. This is the no. 1 contributor of the whole lotta "extra" that I brought with me all the way from Australia. hehehe ;)



Apart from the constant eating, I was also constantly boozing out. Not to say that I'm an alcoholic or what, but when it comes to drinking, I can pretty much stand on my own. I believe I’ve tried almost all types of beer available in Perth.


The Windsor - our constant hangout



This thing definitely comes in handy if you drive!


Christmas Eve was spent in our apartment unit. Try cramming 27 people in a small apartment, and you pretty much can guess the chaos. Food was plenty, everyone was having a jolly good time and the kids were happy (which was evident from the mess they left behind).




Christmas was spent at my Aunt Helen’s. She married a British man named Roy, and together they have two kids Joanna (who's got 2 very adorable kids of her own, Chloe and Ben) and Andrew.




My very warm and lovely family :)
L-R: Mom, Aunt Helen, Me, Andrew, Dad, Joanna, Yaduk (grandma) and Uncle Roy



I also got a chance to meet up with an old friend and made new friends. We went to the beach together, I tried my hand at body boarding (I think that's what it's called). It was tough considering I’m physically unfit to challenge the Australian waves but it’s definitely something I would love to do again.



Queue with his gf, Wee Leng, and their friend Billy



I've known him since we were 13 years old. But I don't think I can deal with him teasing me with a strip show!



Oh phew! He was just changing into his wetsuit. How, erm, embarassing it was for me to hope for a strip show ;)



All geared up now. The body board and wetsuit were new btw.



This is what happens when you get bitchslapped by the waves ;)



We also went to Swan Valley to do some wine tasting.





But I didn’t get the chance to see the koala bears and kangaroos as no one wanted to go with me. Not surprised, considering all they had in mind was shopping, shopping and more shopping! Oh, and eating too. Shop and eat, that’s all we ever did in Perth.

I guess this pretty much sums up my Australian adventure. I would love to go back there and not come back to Malaysia. Australia really grew on me; I love how warm and friendly the people are, love their weather, and I truly really enjoyed driving there as you don't find idiots on the road (their drivers don't run red lights and certainly don't abuse the disabled parking lots unlike a "certain" country that I know of).

Oh, Australia, I heart you!!

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Dec 16, 2008

The Land Down Under

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I'm pretty psyched about my upcoming trip to Australia this Saturday. Yes, people, I'll be celebrating Christmas and New Years in the Land Down Under! Woohoo!

But as much as I love the sun, I'm really not looking forward to the summer heat. That, and the bugs and spiders that are Australia's version of cockroaches to me. *shudders at the thoughts of those God-forsaken creatures*

Anyways, I'll be spending about 10 days in Perth. So I did some Googling and realize that Perth and I don't have much in common. I'm not much of a shopper kinda girl. I don't buy material stuff. I prefer to "buy" the experience/adventure... and food.

I definitely wanna go surfing (although Perth isn't well known as a surfer's paradise). But still, it's better than nothing. Hopefully I'll get to see some hot surfer dudes, like the ones you get in Gold Coast ;)

I envy Carly Smith - pictured here doing what she does best



Oh, and I definitely wanna go to the Zoo coz it won't be an Aussie trip without me hugging a koala or feeding the kangaroos.

I dont' care how much they stink or how rough their fur feels. I just wanna squeeze a koala



The one that's at the top of my to-do list is visiting the vineyards. Mmmm... Australian wine. Just thinking about the wine tasting trips is already making me warm and bubbly. I absolutely love wine (something I "inherited" from my dad, much to my mom's displeasure).

The second closest thing to paradise on earth - vineyards!



I'm not quite the wine expert like my dad, but I'm slowly getting there. I can basically tell you where the wine's from (Australia, France, South America, etc). Some people can tell the year the wine was made, the flavor, the body, etc. I'm not there yet, but I'm sure with practise (and I don't mind lots of it), I'll be quite the expert myself ;)

I could do this everyday! (Taken from the movie "A Good Year")



So apart from these 3 things, I'm not sure what else I'm going to do with my time. I didn't fly there just so I could get drunk on wine and eat fish-n-chips everyday. So, if you guys have any suggestions on how I can fill up my time in Perth, let me know! :)

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Oct 11, 2008

The Diva of the Family

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As you guys know, I went back to my hometown for a long needed and overdue break. Afterall, between raising millions and going around town demanding people to thank me bow to my greatness ("coz I'm just doing it for the glory" -as claimed by TheExtremist), I think I am entitled for a mini break.

(Lol! I was giggling shitless when I wrote that opening paragraph. But when someone makes that kind of remark about me, there's not much I can do but laugh it off. And what better way than to share it with you all. Oh well, my ability to make fun of myself just goes to show that I don't have a stick up my rear-end *wink*)


Anyways, me going home meant one thing: I was going to come face to face with the new princess of the family.

And the results? Clearly, I lost by 10 miles. I mean, between the Diva Wannabe, (aka This-Glory-Seeker) and the Super-Cute-as-Button Diva, the battle was clearly going her way. If she can get my dad to clean her backside after she goes to the toilet, then obviously she's the winner (not that I want my dad to clean my backside after I go... coz that'd be too weird and not to mention disturbing).

So fellas, here's pics of the babe that has kicked me off my artificial throne:

This is Hachiko (and her super diva pose if I may add! Lol!). She's now 4 months old and is clearly the darling of the family.




This is her waiting for me to open the door so she can play outside. She's at her playful stage now. I love playing hide-and-seek with her (which is now her favorite game to play).

I'd pretend to hide from her and she'd "hunt" me down. Sometimes the game can get out of hand especially at midnight because that's when she's most active (and I'm TRYING to sleep). She thinks that me lying my head down on the pillow means I still want to play. She jumping on my head while I try to get some shut eye is not fun for me.

Hachi's bored from waiting for me to open the door...



She's very attached to her human family. She'd follow any of us around as she doesn't like to be left alone. Talk about being an attention whore! Hehehe...

Sometimes when either my dad or me go into his work room, she'd follow us in and sit at our feet. Or when no one's downstairs, she'd go upstairs looking for us. And once she's found us she stays closeby.



Hachi only eats the processed cat food and specially formulated cat milk. She hasn't learned how to drink plain water yet, so she's highly dependent on us making her milk. So whenever she's thirsty, she come up to either one of us and miaws (which looks really funny because she doesn't have the voice yet. So all we see is her face going miaw but no sound coming out from her mouth). She'd also tap us on the leg and that usually indicates she's super thirsty.

Another good thing about her is that she doesn't bother us when we're eating (well, she's never known how real chicken tastes like). You know how some cats just rub against your feet & miaws when you're having dinner? Oh I hate those kind of cats.


Here she is playing between my mom's pots...



She loves to play outside. The moment she hears the door opening, she'd just run out. Good thing is she doesn't run off too far. Although she loves her freedom, she hates being far away from us. Smart cat.


This is her favorite spot when she's outside...



Once she's outside, it's really hard to catch her. She loves running under this car. Big Fat Witch is better at catching her than me. I have to resort to all sorts of tricks, such as knocking on her milk bottle or shaking her food container.

I love how soft her fur feels and how cute her big paws look. And thank God she doesn't look like the typical Persian cat (flat-nosed). I also love smelling her fur. She's got a certain cat smell to her which I don't know how to describe. Erm, you know how some people love the smell of babies? (I don't get it coz babies smell like drool & shit most times). I guess it's pretty much the same feeling.

She blends in well with the floor, doesn't she? Hehehe...




Although she loves playing in the grass, she's very clean for a cat (well, that's how my parents keep her). After she's done playing, my mom would clean her feet before she lets Hachi run inside the house. And after Hachi's done using her kitty litter, she gets all four paws and her butt cleaned & wiped! Apart from that, she also gets her weekly bath. That's how clean she really is.


It's a no-brainer that I'm madly in love with this kitten. And I miss her terribly. I think the part that sucks most about being apart from her is that I won't be around to watch her grow and by the time I go back to my hometown, she's be an adult cat already. I hope she still remembers me 'til then.

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Sep 3, 2008

Perky is Going to be a Fairy Godmother

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Over the years I've seen a few of my girlfriends and cousins carrying their own bundle of joy. Yeah, there was that "a-ha" & "owwwwhh" moments for me when I dangle carry their baby. But none of that can compare to the overwhelming joy I felt when my bestfriend, *Sheep, told me that she was 3 months preggers.

Something hit me. I was getting all teary-eyed, jumping & screaming like as if it was me who just hit the RM1mil jackpot.

*Sheep and I have been friends since we were in primary school. So we go aaaallll the way back. When I got my first period, she was there. When she got her first boyfriend, I was there.

We were there for each other when we went through our bodily and hormonal changes, when we realized we needed glasses coz we were blind as a bat, our heartaches, our successes and failures. We went to tuition together, and skipped tuition together.

Coincidentally (or fate had something to do with it, whatever), we even went to the same university (and had many, many more crazy adventures together). Every journey a girl could go through, we were always there for each other. Even as we go through our careers, she's not too far away as she works for my dad as the outlet manager for his pharmacy store.

So when she told me about this wonderful news, I kept trying to imagine how she'll look like pregnant. As she's in Sarawak and I'm here in KL, I won't deny that I was slightly upset that I was going to miss out on watching her "grow". I was going to miss out on feeling her baby kick in her tummy. I was also going to miss out on tagging along with her as she goes shopping for maternity clothes or when she needs to go out and indulge her cravings.

I'll be missing out quite a lot actually, and there's not much I can do about that.

For most parts, I can't be more thrilled about *Sheep's pregnancy. But a small part of me kept hearing "tick tock tick tock" and I found myself wondering if I'll ever get the chance to experience pregnancy myself. Which is really strange coz I don't like them drooling, shitting, crying monsters babies.

But for now, I'll just settle on being the coolest godmother to *Sheep's child.

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Aug 12, 2008

The Replacement Killer

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It seems to me that the trend of adopting babies has also gotten to my mom. Yeah, I know how lonely it can be without her 3 children to give her more headache give her more house work to do spend the entire day doing nothing but shopping entertain her, but really, I do feel a little bit like I'm being pushed aside here.

Babies are lovely, I'm sure. If you say so lah. But I don't like it when someone else takes over my place as my mummy's little girl. Oh wait, I do have that one other sister. Sometimes it's hard to remember that I'm not the only princess in the family.

I would've thought my dad would object to this new addition to the family. Especially since my mom kept it a secret from him. Especially when he likes our family just the way it is. All these years I've been listening to him say,"No more! No more!"

I thought he would've flipped out when he found out. But you know, babies do have a way with people. They just know how to creep into all that yummy goodness in your heart. She's even stolen my daddy's heart. Even I have a hard time reminding my dad that I'm his daughter.

Anyways, this baby doesn't have a name yet. Yeah, mummy and daddy dearest can't seem to think of a name for her.

And you know what hurts me most? They never even bothered calling me to ask if I had any idea as to what to name her. NoooOOOooooOOOoo! Instead, they called my sister. I mean, come on people! We all know how great I am with names. Plus, I'm the next in line elder one, so naturally they should consult me first.

*sigh* I'm just hurt. I'm their daughter, for Pete's sake! And yet, they replace me with her:

She's a Persian cat and is 2 months old (the little greyish kitten). Mummy bought her for RM600 from a friend/relative in Sibu. And yes, the kitten was flown in to Kuching. FLOWN IN, okay. Talk about star treatment yo!





And these are her family members. Very well-behaved kitties, mind you. I've brought cats into my car before, and it was like unleashing a tornado in a moving box!



p/s: And yes, this would be my first video in youtube.

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Jul 28, 2008

A Relief for Overworked Hands

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My mom loves to do gardening. As a matter of fact, that’s how she’d spend her weekends. The amount of time and effort she spends on her plants has really paid off as we have a lovely garden at home.

Lately mommy has been complaining about the pain and stiffness in her wrist and hand. Now, I’m no doctor but I’m beginning to suspect that she has carpal tunnel syndrome (CTS). So I Googled everything I could about CTS.

I learned that CTS is a painful disorder of the wrist and hand. You see, the carpal tunnel is a narrow tunnel formed by the bones and other tissues of your wrist and it is this tunnel that protects your median nerve. The median nerve gives you feeling in your thumb, and index, middle and ring fingers.

But when other tissues in the carpal tunnel, such as ligaments and tendons, get swollen or inflamed, they press against the median nerve. And it is that pressure that can make part of your hand hurt or feel numb. It can even lead to muscle weakness in the forearm and hand.

Turns out CTS is more common in women than it is in men. Repetitive activities are often blamed for the development of CTS – People whose jobs require pinching or gripping with the wrist held bent is more likely to develop CTS, such as people who use computers, carpenters, grocery checkers, assembly-line workers, meat packers, musicians and mechanics.

There are several ways to treat CTS, such as taking pain relievers like buprofen, naproxen, ketoprofen or aspirin. Or you can ask the doctor to give you a shot of cortisone in the wrist. Although this may ease the pain by relieving the swelling and inflammation, the pain may come back after a while.

Then there’s also the option of surgery. No no no, unless if that is the last resort, I can’t imagine asking my mom to go through surgery.

Luckily, there is another option that isn’t invasive. IMAK offers the SmartGlove for carpal tunnel relief. Designed by orthopaedic surgeon, it helps prevent CTS by encouraging proper hand and wrist position. Other features include a flexible support splint; washable, breathable cotton Lycra® for all day comfort; and a massaging ergoBeads™ pad under the wrist, which cushions and improves circulation. Apart from being reversible to fit either the left or right hand, it also comes in different sizes.

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I think this would make a wonderful present to mommy as her birthday is coming up in August. Perhaps I should also consider getting one for myself as I use the computer a lot too.



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Jul 13, 2008

Somebody Needs to Lose Some Weight!

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I think it's time for Tiger to sleep a little less and EXERCISE MORE!! She looked like she just ate another cat ;)

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I Said,"FREEZE, SISTA!!"

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As I've mentioned in my previous post about Kellogs, she can stay in the most awkward positions for hours. It's true, I kid you not.

Here she is, lying on her back:




And check this out, this is Kellogs trying to make herself comfy before sleeping on the rocking chair:




She's rolling around to find herself the perfect spot on the rocking chair:




One final stretch before she sleeps:




She's finally asleep now:




Kellogs is probably dreaming that she's rolling around on the grass somewhere in Kitty Land:




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Jun 23, 2008

The Babies

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It's time for me to introduce to you guys my babies Tiger and Kelloggs. Actually, Tiger's my cat while Kelloggs belong to my sister (and thank god for that too!). We actually got these 2 princesses from my brother's girlfriend. She went to further her studies in Australia and she left us with these beauties, whom she rescued from SPCA.


This one here is Tiger. She craves attention, which is fine by me coz I love to spoil her rotten. She can just look at you 'til you pet her.




She's quite a busybody, too. Always curious (which is probably why I found her foaming at her mouth when I renovated my bathroom in May). And below is a picture of her wanting to sniff my arm after I had a blood test.




And here's her sleeping spot, on top of the Astro decoder. I think she likes it there coz it's warm and cozy.






Like her master, she's quite a masochist herself. She loves it when you pet her quite hard and loves it even more if you slap her thighs. And after I have her all worked up, she'll chase my legs (I've got scratch marks to prove but I don't mind). So yeah, we're quite crazy around each other.



This one here is Kelloggs. She's retarded, really. One night I locked her and Tiger outside on the balcony (mind you, I live on the 5th floor). When I opened the sliding door later that night, only Tiger came in. Kelloggs was nowhere to be seen. So I panicked. My brother panicked. My sister panicked. Anyways, my brother found her downstairs the next morning. Alive. She was covered in her own crap. Don't blame her. 5 storeys is a long way down. Long story short, Kelloggs was never the same ever since.


(She can stay in that pose for hours!)


She's got very black silky fur, very nice to touch. Very thick too. But she can be quite a snob. She'll only come to you if she wants to be touched. If you touch her when she's not in the mood, she'll just run away from you.



(she prefers unanimated objects than the human touch)


This here is her spot - on my rocking chair. She gave me the evil eye once because I was sitting on this chair and she had wanted to climb on it.




And when she's not sitting on the chair, she'll rest her neck here:




She and Tiger have a love-hate relationship. There'll be days when they're very loving towards each other. Then there'll be days when Tiger gets bullied (Kelloggs is the much bigger cat). Once I even found whiskers on the floor after their catfight. Told you she's nuts.


Me, I like her best when she's asleep.




The idea of this post came from sugarykisses.com. So do send some love to her by visiting her blog at sugarykisses.com

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