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We woke up too early on a Sunday and decided that we’d give ourselves a sinful treat – a leisurely buffet breakfast at the East Coast Park. Yummy!

So off we went to enjoy ourselves at the Beach Hut. It was our 2nd visit there and just like the 1st, we made sure to get our money’s worth and eat to our heart’s content.

With nothing better to do after our sinful breakfast, we decided to head to Suntec hoping to catch a movie. The shops were barely open when we got there. It was too early!

Unfortunately, there wasn’t a movie we wanted to catch so we spent an idlylic morning browsing around Carrefor before heading to GV Marina Square.

We finally caught Music & Lyrics! I’m so in love with the show!

I was tickled to bits… think it was either the lack of sleep, the sun that was too bright or the Brit humour of Hugh Grant’s character. And yes, the catchy music definitely helped its cause.

Whichever it was, it was definitely a memorable Sunday.

I’ve been a bad bad girl. So bad that I have to resort to doing a recap. Makes me even wonder why I’m spending money on the hosting and domain. *sighs and shakes my head*

So…

Valentine’s Day didn’t turn out half as bad! For one I received a stalk of rose! From the unlikeliest person of all! Uncle Joe! I swear no one would’ve guessed…

I was grumpily holed up in the fishtank until I heard the girls squealing in delight and looked out to see him walking around with an impish grin. He walked from table to table giving out roses to the ladies. Awww… so sweet!

While we worried for his mental health, being so untypical of him, we were all pleased with the pleasant surprise. He definitely brought a smile to our faces… And the smiles extended out from our department to the others.

Courtesy of the one who was busily bombing away in the Gents, I was tasked with baiting the smoker from Accounts to the usual joint. Imagine her surprise when I handed her the rose! And she had rushed out of her office thinking I was in desperate need of a stick. Heh.

Then there’s the joker I call HoneyBee… who decided to buy me a pair of Aldos (left side for Xmas & right side for Valentines) because I look good in it. *Ahem* And the reason we were there was to look at his shoes in the first place! It was his shoes which caused us much grief… as we went from one outlet to another (on different days) trying to find one with all the designs he like, in his size!

Eventually we found ourselves at the Wisma branch buying the original pair that we saw since they were the only ones with his size. Hmpf! Talk about a wild goose chase… Though it was pretty fun.

I finally own a pair of shoes in the 3 digit realm! It’s a bittersweet feeling… Pretty and precious shoes but oh the price tag! How my heart aches!

Anyway…

February was the month of the Lunar New Year and as per “tradition”, I’d move back home to my room with no tv and no comp. Fortunately I had a little companion and her god-sisters to keep me occupied! I must admit I actually had a very good time! I was amazed that my mum and brother though bemused, were accepting to my antics. More elaboration on another day perhaps…

And then there was the shocker. HoneyBee’s mother came over to my place for a Mahjong session! Err… awkward!

Oh and have I mentioned this? I got to watch my first “bitch fight”… It was kinda stinky after a while.

Ok, so I haven’t blogged in eons. I’m guilty as charged. I can go on and on with my hundred and one reasons why except after being held hostage by my stupid comp that refused to start after 30 minutes, I’m fuming mad!

I’m not just mad. I’m very very mad! So mad that this bull, me, has smoke coming out from her ears! Grr! *waves fist*

I was in the middle of changing the previously bright neon theme to this fantabulously delish one when the connection went kaput! Hello?! I was in the middle of something can? But noooo… and this petulant comp of mine decided to add to the havoc as well.

To add on to my grief (now that I managed to get online again), I’ve discovered to my horror of horrors that this positively delish theme is in Spanishl! Mi no comprendo espanol! Mi comprendo inglés! Si?! (In my rusty elementary Spanish, “I don’t comprehend Spanish, I only comprehend English”…)

So how am I supposed to edit the codes?! It’s already bad enough that I’ve completely lost touch with codes and all. Now this?! In Spanish! Good lord…

A good start to a romantic day indeed. Yeah. Happy fucking Valentines… I think I’m going to bed.

I’ve always thought of myself as a hard-hearted bitch. But early today I was proven wrong by a hamster which reduced me to a state of tears…

It was 2am when he came into the room and gravely mentioned one of the hamster is dying.

We peered into the tank wondering which it was, Chip or Dale. We recognised that it was Dale and he seemed to be in much pain. Almost immobile and confined to a spot, he was so weak that each time he tried to get up, he would slump back down.

It was heartbreaking to see him in such torture and watching him in this state reduced me to tears.

Honeybee tried in vain to assure me that he was just sick, that we would wake up to find Dale all well. But I knew he was lying…We spent 2 hours watching over him. He seemed to get worse as the time passed and I hoped for dawn to come quickly so I could bring him to a vet.

When I could finally bring myself to have some shut-eye… I was woken up barely an hour later by Honeybee who broke the sad news to me.

“Dale is dead” he said solemnly.

I got out of bed to see the motionless body of Dale. His body was no longer moving from the exertion of breathing. I burst into tears again while Honeybee comforted me.

5am, we found a spot where it was to be Dale’s final resting place.

Gone was the little hamster whom we used to refer to as fat and greedy. As a baby, I was told he liked to hug sunflower seeds like a bolster while he slept. As he grew, he would keep Chip at the sidelines during feeding times while having all the food for himself.

While Chip was the introverted hysterical hamster when we touch him, Dale was the extrovert who didn’t mind getting handled so long there was a reward at the end of the “ordeal”. Yes, he loved food. Very much.

Every time I ironed my clothes, he would often come out from wherever he was to see if he’d be getting more food. Recently he has resorted to acting cute to get brownie points – standing on his hind legs as he looks at me beseechingly for more morsels. He was adorable whenever he did that.

I’m gonna miss him.

He couldn’t find the kiddies in their usual spot on the bed when he got home and he was mad. But nothing could prepare him for what he would experience when I finally release them from their hiding place.

He picked out his favourite and noticed much to his chagrin, how clean she was.

“She is so clean! Where is the mark on her mouth? Where is that birthmark I gave her?!”

“See! She is so clean and so cute!”

“No! She is too clean! She is not cute! Where is my Rachel?” he argued before putting the hippo to his nose.

Then he grimaced…

“She no longer have my scent!”

Boy, he was so mad he sulked over this for the next few days…

I spent my weekend at home while the Honeybee is away in Bangcock. It was my excuse to pack all the 7 kiddies (nicely wrapped up in one of his tees) and bundled them home.

A few of them seem to know of my hidden agenda and were vehemently protesting. Too bad for them anyway. Some of them were going for a scrub & wash session!

The older ones from my original collection – Hugs, Rachel, Rita & Rosy, felt right at home in my room while the newer ones – Pugs, Porky & Bugs were amazed to be in a different place. Unfortunately, only Pugs & Porky were spared from a bath and they began to treat the weekend as a special retreat.

My mum was horrified when presented with the cute faces of the kiddies. Claiming that they stink, she ordered me to keep away from her! Along the way, Rachel managed to find time to do some taunting and almost got her head torn off. When Honeybee found out, he wasn’t amused.

He called long distance…

“Make sure Sandy doesn’t go anywhere near Rachel!”

“Ok.”

“Ok then. Bye bye.”

“What?! You called me long distance just to tell me to keep Rachel away from Sandy? No ‘I love yous’, no nothing?!”

“Yup. Ok, bye bye!” and he hung up the phone!

Sheesh.

Not long after, the five dirty/puke-smelling suspects were loaded into their “jacuzzi”.

In the meantime, the two holidaying pink kiddies were left to their own devices. Porky managed to befriend a smiley lil female pig which belonged to my mum. The poor dear was later traumatised when mum’s pig developed a serious crush on him. On the other side of the bed, Pugs was not a happy camper. The spoilt brat kept insisting that there should be a TV in the room for his viewing pleasure.

For the next few hours, I alternated between dealing with the grouses and trauma of the pink pair and pacing impatiently around the washing machine… When the softener-scented kiddies were finally left in my room to dry, it amused me to see them in this state of cleanliness… it’s been a very long while!

Once again, the ever concerned Honeybee inquired about his darling when sent a recent picture of her. He was also quick to respond when I told him that I’ll be doing an operation for the BIG hole in her neck which he was supposed to do a few months ago.

“Be careful!” He smsed.

Sigh. The ever protective daddy.

Thank goodness his current trip gave me an opportunity to get them washed.

It was a painful decision to make but upon deciding that I cannot live with the smell of puked milk, the trio will definitely have to be brought home for a bath…

My poor babies!

This has got to stop. I have to protect them from his nephew(s)…

I knew this would happen…

After walking out of the salon with nicely ironed straight hair after a treatment, this perfect state wouldn’t last for long. My willful natural curls wouldn’t settle for anything less than messy.

True enough, my hair went poof!

Though he reassured me of my gorgeousness in spite of the hair, I can’t help but feel frustrated over my next course of action.

Such a pity I’ve told him. My thick mane is actually very good for styling, if only I know how or where to start.

More often than not, I succumb to laziness. Looks like “poofy” and I are gonna be good friends for quite a while. Sigh.