what a piggish world it is//*

Friday, November 25, 2005 * (62) sigh...

Stop all the b!tching and the squabbles!

Sheessh, I should be the one on a long holiday break! furious

the pig oinked at 12:50 AM

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005 * (61) please pray...

Mum had another operation on her left eye today.

This is the 3rd operation on the same eye in 5 months.

We are praying very hard that mum will regain her sight.

Whatever your religion is, please pray for my mum.

GOD BLESS MUM!

the pig oinked at 1:38 PM

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Saturday, November 12, 2005 * (60) doom...

No, I'm not referring to the movie 'DOOM' which is currently showing in the theatres. But this movie brings back memories of mindless obsession, late nights and nightmares......

Yes, this is from the 1993 computer game, DOOM! My kids were still in diapers or in kindergarten then. This game was the subject of much controversy reaching outside the gaming world. It was and remains notorious for its high levels of violence, gore and satanic imagery. In this game, the player takes the role of a nameless space-marine who must fight through 3 episodes containing 9 levels each. After destroying the final monster, a hidden doorway which leads back home to Earth, opens for the hero who has 'proven too tough for Hell to contain'!

Would you believe me if I said I was a DOOM hero aka addict? I survived the monsters, the pits of radioactive slime, the ceilings that come down and crush the player and the locked doors! I collected all the arsenal available ~ the chainsaw, shotgun, chaingun, rocket launcher, plasma gun and finally the immensely powerful BFG 9000!

Blame it on Laogong! He bought the game. He played till late into the night. He played into the wee hours of the morning. He played till he felt nauseous and almost puked. I got angry. I told him he was wasting his time and neglecting his health. I asked him what was so great about DOOM. He said all reviews of this game was just fantastic. So I watched him play. He got stuck at one of the levels. I played for him. I was quite good. I started playing. I got better and better. I did what I told Laogong not to do. I did what I had been and am still telling Ben and Jon not to do. Tsk, tsk, I played late into the night (covers face in shame!). I reached the final and toughest level. Then I destroyed the most powerful monster. The door leading to Earth opened...... I COMPLETED THE GAME!

By then, I had realized how destructive gaming can be, how one can lose control so easily. Luckily, Laogong and I realized our follies on time. Though Laogong did not complete the game, we stopped playing DOOM. We did not play DOOM 2 & 3 either when these games were released.

That was more than a decade ago, 12 years to be exact. I still play computer games today. No, no more DOOM... only HongKong Mahjong. And I make sure I go to bed by midnight, especially when I'm still ahead in the game!

the pig oinked at 3:00 PM

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Monday, November 07, 2005 * (59) my new friend...

I have a new friend. She's from the USA. I don't know how she arrived at my blog but then, SUPER-MUMs can do almost anything! But Darlene is no SUPER-MUM, she is a SUPER-GRANDMUM!

Here's a little something Darlene posted on her blog recently. I don't see the need to categorise it an NC-16 or an M-18 because teenagers nowadays seem to know almost everything and anything that they shouldn't know...yet.

1. Men are like... Laxatives - they irritate the shit out of you.
2. Men are like... Bananas - the older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like... Weather - nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like... Blenders - you need one, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like... Chocolate Bars - sweet, smooth & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like... Commercials - you can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like... Department Stores - their clothes are always 1/2 off.
8. Men are like... Government Bonds - they take soooooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like... Mascara - they usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like... Popcorn - they satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like... Snowstorms - you never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
12. Men are like... Lava Lamps - fun to look at, but not very bright.
13. Men are like... Parking Spots - all the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.

If Darlene and I seem to be putting men down in our blogs, we can't help it. It's not a coincidence, but have you ever notice how many of women's problems start with men?
1. MENtal illness
2. MENstrual cramps
3. MENtal breakdown
4. MENopause

Oops, I almost forgot about the GUYnocologist

AND

when we have real trouble, it's a HISterectomy!

the pig oinked at 8:30 AM

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Friday, November 04, 2005 * (58) the b!tch's gone...

Ben is sad. Emily is sad. But at the same time, they are happy. Jon? Anything's fine with him as long as he gets his daily dose of DOTA! Judith? I think she'll flip as she did not even get to see the chihuahua! ME? Hahahahahaha!

I called the AVA, Petcall and the SPCA first thing on Monday morning to check if the B!tch's microchip ID was registered with them. AVA and Petcall were very efficient, they took down the ID number and called back within minutes. Unfortunately she was not registered with them. The lady at the SPCA put me through to the answering machine in the 'Lost & Found'. I waited, waited and waited for them to return my call. In the end, I went out as I had many errands to run.

I sent Jon for the medical check-up that was required for his NCC Ipoh adventure camp and was sending him to SJI to submit the forms when SPCA called. My hands-free was in the other car so Jon told him that I would return the call. After dropping Jon off, I called SPCA only to be redirected to the answering machine again *$!@#%&^! So I went home, picked Emily up, sent her to CHIJ, went back to SJI to pick Jon and then went home. I pottered around the house for a while, waiting for SPCA to call again.

But I had to go to the office that day. Again whilst I was driving, SPCA called. I was still without my hands-free (I hope no traffic cop is reading this!). I quickly gave the SPCA guy the details. I was relieved when he said someone had reported a lost chihuahua which fitted the description of the B!tch! He then asked if he could give the dog-owner my mobile number. When the owner called, I had just parked my car at the office. She sounded so distressed that I agreed to go home immediately.

Charlotte is a Danish who has lived in Singapore for 10 years. She is single so she got herself 2 chihuahuas to keep her company. She stays at Thomson 800 which is at least 2 km from where the B!tch was found. The B!tch wagged her tail like crazy and leapt onto Charlotte's lap. Her name is BARRY! Charlotte knows it is really weird to give a female dog a male name but it's Barry as in Halle Barry. Well, Charlotte felt that Barry was a really sexy b!tch. Errrrr... who's who?

Charlotte did not know that Barry had a microchip implant near the neck. She was imported from Australia and that was where the implant was done. The petshop owner told Charlotte that the ID number was on the certificate given to her when she bought Barry. I could see that Charlotte is the bona-fide owner but as a formality, I told the petshop owner to check their records and if their ID number matches the one I have, the B!tch would be 'released'.

Charlotte lost Barry on Friday night when she ran out of the condominium. Barry was just too fast for her as she sped off in the direction of the MacRitchie Reservoir Park where they go for their walks. Charlotte cried 3 days and nights. She and her friends distributed posters in the MacRitchie and Upper Thomson Road areas, their regular walking routes. But she did not put up any in the Thomson Road areas as she had not expected Barry to go in the opposite direction into unfamiliar territory. Barry must have missed the entrance of the condo while trying to get home after his escapade.

I told Charlotte that Barry didn't want to drink water. Ben and Em had to wet their fingers and let her lick them. Charlotte said that Barry drinks fresh goat's milk and dines on fresh chicken meat, cheese and pate! Woah, what a pampered little b!tch! No wonder she stuck her nose up at the canned dogfood initially.

Charlotte offered me a reward for 'babysitting' Barry for the past 3 days. When I declined, she offered to get my kids something. Of course the kids declined too. In the end, I just accepted her offer to pay for the vet's bill. Before she left, Charlotte gave us her address and asked us to visit her and Barry. Hmmm... I wonder if she'll serve me cavier and pink champagne?

the pig oinked at 4:50 AM

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