Here's a birthday shout-out to my boys, Ah Boy and Albert.
Courtesy of Care2.com
Happy birthday, guys. Many happy returns.
Today, I stumbled upon a blog which I've been occasionally reading. I was dumbstruck for a moment, because this person's latest entry struck a nerve in me. For privacy reasons, I shall not link this her blog to mine. It's confounding to know that she's going through the same thing that I am, in many ways.
I shall not divulge the intimate details of what she went through, nor mine, but suffice to say, we're both pretty much on the same boat, spiritually, I mean. Now, I normally do not leave comments on blogs of people whom I don't know, but for the first time, I left a note on her blog, shared a little, and wished her all the best.
Now I know the liberating feeling of sharing your intimate secrets (not in full detail, of course) with a complete stranger, just like you do with your shrink. At least, I do not have to pay $150 per hour for this.
… to still care about the state of your pedicure, even if the only person to see it this time of year is you.
… to believe only the thin mirrors.
… if you don’t come from one of those enviably close families. You have a lifetime to build your own.
… if dirty talk kind of skeeves you out.
… if parallel parking remains a challenge. That’s why God created bumpers.
… to dump a perfectly nice guy. So what if he’s kind, responsible and his ancestors all had full heads of hair? That doesn’t make him right for you.
… to get seriously annoyed when someone tells you to smile. (What are you, a doll?)
… to only really feel thankful once the whole Thanksgiving hoo-hah is over.
- Taken from Glamour, US (Nov '05)
This is just sick to the eyes.
RM100 fine for dog abuse
The idiot neglected his pooch to be infested with ticks, did not give the dog any medical attention, and when vets could not save it, the poor mutt had to be put to sleep. And for that, the owner just had to pay RM100 for getting on with his life whilst the dog had to pay with his life.
Now I'm not much of a dog fan. Sure, I coo at cute puppies (come on, wouldn't you?) and I pat the occasional dog, but most of the time, I'd prefer if they keep their wet tongues away from me, that they poop in the right places, all that jazz. That's why my dog isn't too keen on me, but then again, he and I had an agreement with each other. I feed him at the right time, with the right food (and no dog biscuit crap either - it's GOT to be fatty meat), and he doesn't lick me. Period.
But to neglect your dog to such poor conditions, now that's a crime. You know what the biggest crime committed here is? It's that the idiot was only slapped on the wrist with a measly fine of RM100. It's inhumane, I tell you. If tables were turned, e.g. the dog bites the owner in the ass, would the dog be given a light punishment? Nope, he'd be put to sleep too.
I'm not saying that dogs and humans are equal, but justice has to be served. And a RM100 fine for such a heinous crime is just plain insulting.
May the poor pooch rest in peace.
But then again, this you can do at the office:
I have a lot more to share*, but let's save that for another day. I just realised that none of these have anything to do with actual work, but hey, let him/her/other who's without sin cast the first stone.
* I don't actually listen to Black Eyed Peas; it was the first thing that popped my mind.
** I shall not be held liable if any of these renders one jobless. Me included.
Japan is the land of the plentiful. They have Fuji apples the size of small melons. Grapes the size of rambutans. Etc, etc.
And most of all, they have humongous mosquitoes. How would I know? Well, I had the misfortune of being bitten by huge mosquitoes all night. I had mosquitoes making their sweet music by my ears. And I now have welts the size of 1-yen coins as souvenirs on my legs and arms. If I was back in Malaysia now, I’d probably be dead from dengue.
Damn you, Japanese mozzies, to HADES!
On the lighter side, I did manage to squash one this morning. That’s retribution for you, you blood suckers!!
My song of the day:In the morning
Why are Americans so fat? Two words: fast food. What would happen if you ate nothing but fast food for an entire month? Filmmaker Morgan Spurlock does just that and embarks on the most perilous journey of his life. The rules? For 30 days he can't eat or drink anything that isn't on McDonald's menu; he must wolf three squares a day; he must consume everything on the menu at least once and supersize his meal if asked. Spurlock treks across the country interviewing a host of experts on fast food and an equal number of regular folk while chowing down at the Golden Arches. Spurlock's grueling drive-through diet spirals him into a physical and emotional metamorphosis that will make you think twice about picking up another Big Mac.
PS: No one was forced to eat huge portions of food in the writing of this blog *munching on Doritos*
My first post after being MIA for a while. I'm back in Japan, and things are going okay. So far, that is. The weather on my first week here was rather crazy; it was cold one day, and blazing hot the next. Didn't go too well by me; I fell ill on the first week. Came down with the flu, and bad stomachache. Geez.
Oh, I did manage to get myself a new toy though. Bought a new mobilephone here. It's a Vodafone V401D by Mitsubishi, and it's got to be the fanciest phone I have ever used. Ironically, it was also the cheapest phone I have ever bought (10290 yen). It was rather odd that I had to buy the phone at a convenience store. Vodafone outlets only sell the el-cheapo prepaid mobile phones, but not the fancypants ones. Only convenience stores stock the good prepaid phones. If only our 7-Elevens and D-Limas sell such items, huh? ;)
This weekend is going to be a long one. I'm off work this Friday, and next Monday (whoopee!). Will be heading down to Tokyo with a couple of Japanese friends. Gonna paint the town red!