This is the little cutie I was talking about two posts back. Go ahead and curse at the video quality, I did that earlier but it hadn’t made any difference. Maybe you’re luckier.

Erm, my mum has showed resistence towards getting a pup, she was screaming in fact. She said no one will be at home to take care of it, which is quite true. But how can she say she likes dogs, gave me false hopes and then be completely against it again?

That’s evil.

I’m not speaking to her. Because that is what mature adults do, prevent uneccessary confrontations. Yup.

Maybe she’ll change her mind if I start talking to an imaginary dog? You think so?

I told Dad I wanted to go to a pet shop yesterday while he was driving and he totally disregards me! I was about to throw a hissy fit when I remember that pet owners should be responsible, loving people so I just sulk inwardly. Lady luck was shining down on him.

Anyway, I managed to visit the pet shop with Audrey today and guess what? There are three yorkie puppies for sale! No other breeds were on display. Apparently, yorkies are suppose to be less common compared to some other breeds, so is that a sign or what!

One puppy was so charming, flouncy and sociable. He was playing with my hands and licking it so furiously, I had to try my hardest not to laugh or swoon. He has the cutest little butt too! He costs $2000 though, which is pretty expensive isn’t it? Hmmm..

I’ll probably visit some other pet shops to see if there are any yorkies for sale and at a cheaper price too.

Margaret helped to call up the pet shop where she bought her cute little Wesley, there’s one selling for $2.8k. *faints*

I can’t stop thinking about dogs! I think my Mum is slowly relenting on buying one. In the past, she would give lengthy talks about why she hates all animals, except maybe my baby sister. In her eyes, they are all filthy creatures whose main goal of existence is to spoil her prized sofa by gnawing or spilling various food on them (that’s me). She doesn’t even like stuff animals. However, I think my incessant rambling and countless hints on getting a dog (by hints, I mean multiple emails linking to dogs for sale websites with SO CUTE AND CHEAP screaming across the subject lines) might have stirred some deeply hidden animal loving part in her I never knew existed. Yesterday, she briefly mentioned that she likes white dogs. Am I hearing it right? My Mum said something nice about an animal and it wasn’t seafood. She has a heart after all. Yay!

Trouble is, the breed I’m so deem on buying is not white.

What’s my favourite breed? Let me do a countdown on the dogs I love…for dramatic suspense.

In third place, Beagle!

The Beagle is a gentle, sweet, lively and curious dog that just loves everyone! A happy little tail-wagger! Sociable, brave and intelligent. Calm and loving. Beagles have minds of their own. They are determined and watchful and require patient, firm training. This breed doesn’t like being left alone. Consider buying two if you will be gone a lot. Beagles have a tendency to follow their own noses. They may take off on their own exploration if let off their leash in an unfenced area.

I think I like this dog only because I owned one in The Sims. Stupid I know. Anyway my Sims puppy was named Tuki! Tuki is a cute name right. Tuki, Tuki! Come here boy!

Second place, West Highland White Terrier

West Highland White Terriers are described in the standard as being “possessed of no small amount of self-esteem with a varminty appearance.” They are fairly friendly toward strangers and get along well with behaved children. Westies may snap when irritated, but are not as willful as many of the other Terrier breeds. They are lively and extremely self-assured toward other dogs. They may chase a cat for fun, but usually will not hurt it. Robust, friendly, cocky and spunky. Westies just love companionship. Despite its size, they make a very good watchdog.

I love the Westies, they remind me of Tintin’s Snowy (Snowy is actually a fox terrier), only a bit smaller. I love their pointy pink ears, confident and alert stature and their cute jaunty tails. Small in size but big in personality. This is the dog my mum likes too. Good potential!

And finally my favourite breed…..Yorkshire!

The Yorkshire Terrier seems oblivious of its small size. It is ever eager for adventure and trouble. This little dog is highly energetic, brave, loyal and clever. Affectionate with its master, but sometimes suspicious of strangers. It can be aggressive to strange dogs and small animals. In other words, it has true Terrier heritage. Yorkies are easy to train, although they can sometimes be stubborn. The breed is demanding and dependant and needs a lot of human attention. The Yorkie is an excellent watchdog, defending its territory in no uncertain manner. They can get snappish if surprised, frightened or over-teased, but are usually very sweet and loving. These little dogs should not be over-protected, for they may become neurotic. The Yorkie likes to bark, but it can easily be taught not to do so.

Stubborn and spoilt. They say dogs reflect their owners, I can see it happening. I love the shaggy look for Yorkshires, not the dog show rebonded coat look. The shaggy look makes them look so mischievious and adorable, you just wanna snuggle them. And those vivacious eyes and precious faces…Gosh how they tug at your heart strings.

I’ve chose the names already! I’m pathetic I know. If I’m getting a male (I prefer males) I’ll name him Banksy (after Banksy) or Jordi (after Jordi Labanda). Hehehe.

Predictably, a female one will be named Fafi.

I want a dog!

Almost half of the people in my workplace owns a dog. I am so jealous! Three of them brought their dogs to a birthday party on Saturday and it was like a mini dog exhibit.

Mark’s Booboo (Poodle) is really elegant and classy. He’s really intelligent and his demeanour almost human-like; like the way he knows you’re looking at him but pretends you’re not there, the way he gets jealous when you play with other dogs. I get along with dogs pretty fine but this one totally ignores me, or any female for that matter. Mark suspects that he’s gay. Hehe how unfortunate. But Mark loves his dog regardless. Awww…

Audrey’s Zsa Zsa (Pomeranian) is so pretty! She trots around like a high royalty instead of scrambling clumsily like most dogs do. She has one of the prettiest, softest coat ever, I can stroke her all day long! But that would be hard cuz she has an unhealthy obsession with Audrey, she is Audrey’s second shadow and goes wherever she go. So sweet…awwww.

Margeret’s Wesley (Maltese) is the cutest little puppy! He’s so tiny, he hops around like a little bunny. He has this really endearing face, the kind that makes you fall in love and bring it home on impulse much to the annoyance of your parents type of dog.

I want a dog too…..but my parents will not allow it. Gah such an embarassing thing to say at 24.

Oh yea, wait. I do have a dog. A parson terrier named Snowy (inspired by Tintin).

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Alright, it’s official! I’m going back to school!

Y’all can email me at LIUS0023@ntu.edu.sg. Whahaha! I’m an NTU student now. *jiggles*

Actually, no don’t email me..I don’t know how to check emails yet.

I have completely forgotten what it feels like to be hungry. I haven’t been hungry for days…

Quote Audrey

“Priscilla: Skinny person with a bottomless pit. I suspect she can demolish the entire pantry single-handedly if she wants to, and not put on any weight.”

Ahahaha. No, I’m not that blessed, I’m developing a tummy; which I notice is rather comfy as I curl up to sleep, it’s like a little cushion permanently lodged in my mid section? Cute.

The Cuteness as suggested by this post’s title actually refers to these two below.

Although I’m forever criticising microsoft products, I very much prefer Bill Gates over Steve Jobs. Criticising means I care right? I hope Vista will be a blast!

Friday
We didn’t have to be physically present at the office cuz some flu viruses had earlier partying plans and made a number of us sick during the week. Irony is, I was alright all along until friday, where I caught a flu bug from home. !@#$

I remember calling my youngest sister a lousy mofo on friday morning, totally slipped my mind that it was my baby sister I was talking too. Whenever I told her “You Suck”. She’d whine to my mum about me using “bad words”. I don’t think she knew what a mofo is. Hahaha.

Saturday/Sunday
Robin is such a sweetie, he made another friend sent me home after the bunch of us had after clubbing breakfast at Spize cafe.

Nothing much happened this week. I mean it’s the same old stuff every week anyway. Life’s a bore…Zzz…. Ooh I love LOTR!

The weekend was a good one. I kept going until I was so exhausted… that when I finally trutted home on Sunday morning for my long awaited, desperately needed sleep, it was so rejuvenating, soooo luxurious…and I woke up to a yummy lunch, courtesy of Mommy dearest. Haha bliss!

I don’t know how long I can keep up with all the partying. I don’t enjoy being tagged as the “party girl” among my friends, they always say it like it’s a bad thing…but I know where they are coming from. I hate all the smoke for one, and Momo happens to have the worst air ventilation ever, the whole place is in a perpetual fog. I wish they would hurry up and implement that smoking ban thing already.

Anyway, I love Attica! The manager is cute! I turn into mush whenever he walked by… KeKekE! (>_<) Damn, why my emoticons don't look kawaii? I don't know how to use emoticons properly, I've failed as a female! But you wanna know what's even more unforgivable? I always forget to place my camera at a strategic angle, look up into it with eyes wide open and umchio. Ah Fail!

Anyway, I watched X2 last night! It was enjoyable but forgettable.

Random Bitch

- The solution to constipation is not shitting. Not shitting is the problem. So when I say I have constipation, do not suggest that I should just go to the toilet to shit. You obviously have no idea what constipation means you lucky bitch.

Random Lyrics I don’t really like the lyrics (cliche) love the melody though.

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Taxi drivers who will not stop talking.

What could be worse?
Lame taxi drivers who will not stop talking.

I took a cab home earlier. The taxi driver told me to save his number so that next time I need a cab, I can just call him. He promised to pick me up even if he happens to be in The Changi Airport Taxi Queue, which was apparently a huge deal.

Him: Wei da or not? (Self sacrificial or not?)
Me: Mmmm (meaning yes but too lazy to open mouth)
Him: So? Wei da or not?? (Peering into rear view mirror)
Me: Yes…very wei da. (Sigh)

Then he gave me his number. Well, he is not the first taxi driver I know who does that. I have contacts of a few efficient drivers who have their own network of drivers. Great cuz I’m getting increasingly annoyed with those robotic voice messages prompting me to press this and that if I want to send a taxi to the very last few places I tried to book a taxi from. I hate how you have to listen all their retarded suggestions just to get to the part where they finally say press 0 to speak to our friendly operator. A few times, I managed to flag a taxi before I get to speak to their friendly operator, who usually greets you by your name like they’re some old friend of yours. I find it very disconcerting.

Although I have to admit that calling a cab isn’t as challenging as some banking hotlines, where speaking to a real person requires a combination of nimble fingers, excellent memory and a lot of patience. Nobody likes dealing with angry customers but can you see where they’re coming from?

So anyway, back to the taxi driver. He was giving me his number and I was keying in right? But we all know I’d rather die than sit his taxi again.

Me: Uncle what’s your name?
Him: You give me lah
Me: Huh, I dunno. I put taxi uncle k.
Him: So awful, anyhow give me one name.

Omg, uncle…..you how old already play this kinda stupid game!?

Him: You can put Ah Meng or Ah Beng la.
Me: Ok I put Ah Meng.
Him: Ahahahah I call you Ah Zhu can or not.

(-_-!)

I stumbled upon this brilliant idea of creating a list of eligible bachelors and bachlorettes (thanks to darius) today and I’m happy to annouce that you guys have all made it to THE list. (No pris, there is no option to opt out.) As you all probably know already, I happen to have impeccable taste so be honored that you’re chosen and quit bitching.

To formally introduce everyone…
The Bachelors:

* Bjorn Lee – aka Mr. BizAd 2003 aka The Web 2.0 Fanatic
* Justin Lee – aka The NUSSU Marketing Guru
* Darius Cheung – aka Mr. Start-Up@Singapore-2006 (oh yes and $30K richer)

The Bachelorettes:

* Priscilla Liu – aka Ms. Legs-That-Go-On-Forever aka The Hottest Singaporean Blogger
* Ivy Tan – aka The Invisible Braces Supermodel
* Ou Meimin – aka The Girl All Girls Want A Piece of. Literally.

So anyway, I decided to do our society a little favor and organize a chill-out night for everyone to get to know each other a little better (though most of you already know one another).

I’m thinking this Thursday night, dinner and/or drinks after work, most probably at Holland V for the convenience of the majority. Am trying to find a nice cosy place where it’s not too loud, not too upscale, comfortable with lots of nice couches and cushions. Suggestions for venues are most welcome.

*Rofl*

Awww….*weeps* Life is worth living.

My favourite J boys. Jake and Justin.

And then there are Jordi Labanda, Jamie Oliver and Jay Chou.

I’ve been busy since Friday morning! I even had to forgo a few things. Like going to ubin with my pals and their respective girlfriends. Sigh, I spent the morning thinking about I suppose to be doing instead of what I ended up doing. Sickening.

At least I had a good lunch. It’s Ivin at Binjai Park Bukit Timah. Good food, fast service and cheap!

About the last 24 hours or so.

There was work in the morning then a dance performance at 7. Popped by dblo after that to check out the place since I haven’t been in there for eons. I can’t see why Jaze frequents the place, it was full of kids! I deposited my bag and the friend I was with and went over to Cornerstone to look for that group of stuffy wine people. Don’t get me wrong, Cornerstone is absolutely wonderful to hang out in. Just not on a friday night, where all the major nightspots are just a stone’s throw away. Collected a couple of friends and we proceed to Momo! Finally collected my card! Yay! Momo was full of dancers as usual. And what’s more, famous breakdancer Yoshi was there! He did some stunts on the floor and I immediately felt a draft going on around my feet section. Went back to Dblo when they started playing house to collect my bag and friend before going back to Momo!

Head home at 5. I wanted to shower but there was a huge cockroach right smack at the middle of the bathroom floor. !@#$ Can’t shower in the other toilet cuz there was no shampoo and soap there and I’ll just end up feeling even more disgusting. Don’t wanna wake my Dad up either. So I simply removed my makeup (or what’s left of it) and konked up on the floor (Didn’t wanna dirty my bed or the sofa).

Slipped into consiousness at 9 and told Dad about the roach in the bathroom. I was drifting between reality and dreamland but I was sure some commotion went on in the bathroom. Dad appeared a while later, looking down with a plastic bag in hand and a hugeass grin saying how he saved the day. In my position and state, with the sunlight behind him…he did look like a hero. Well done Dad!

Woke up to shower. Completed some work I had to do and head out again to pass my friend some stuff before my nice lunch at Ivin. Went home afterwards, watch some TV and finally had my well deserved sleep at 4pm.

That concludes my freaking long day. I wish I can squeeze in Ubin but see guys…really cannot.

Plug: A site with very pretty earrings!

I bought a pair of pink adidas sneakers earlier! It’s too sparkling clean and stiff, can’t wait for it to be worn out.