Not what they had in mind...

Oh.. Vancouver Winter Olympics are in 2010. They have the cutest mascots ever (unlike the B. Olympics with its 5 ugly mascots...).

They have really fun games online. Addicted!

Oh.. But check out the e-cards and what one can do with them:

Ahh... The wonders of deforestation... The scent of freshly cut wood.

General Rot

Someone's grandpa is dying of general rot. He is 86, going on 87.

He is really cool. He does "dangerous" things such as cycling with his grandkid to the market. But that was many many years ago.

He seems really interesting. He probably has lots of stories to tell. But I won't have the chance to hear them. His stories would probably be forgotten with time.

General rot. How horrid. When your body fails you; when time takes away your mind; when you slowly forget. When would it come for your soul?

Urgh Food

I think whole wheat pasta is the most disgusting pasta ever. Even lumps of pasta sauce with garlic and onion can barely cover the horrid whole-wheat-healthy-brown-rice taste. Ohh, did I mention I don't like brown rice at all.

I totally cannot understand the appeal of healthy food unless they come chocolate coated (chocolate coated peanuts, chocolate coated cashews for example) and covered with sprinkles. Oh, but I like frozen yogurt!! That's healthy food masquerading as unhealthy food. Frozen yogurt looks like ice-cream...

Cover Up

At today's yoga session, I noticed that only 2 people in class were wearing shorts: me and one other guy (the only guy). Granted, the class was filled with middle aged, not-size-0 women, I could see why the women were not keen on flaunting their varicose veins to their colleagues.

I have varicose veins and a gigantic hole on my leg courtesy of falling into a flooded drain... but I still wear shorts.

I guess I hate pants. They are far far too hot. As the (unfortunate?) product of the Singaporean climate, I can firmly attest to the fact that pants / jeans are made by Ang Mohs for Ang Mohs. Sarongs are the way to go!!

Jeans are what I call heat-trappers. They trap a warm body of moist air around your leg, ensuring a nice cozy environment for sweat to form and for bacteria to thrive. Eww, I have shivers just thinking about it. Jeans are only meant to be worn during subzero winter temperatures which I have subjected myself to since I moved to N. America.

Argh. Going for yoga scares me. Did I mention that my yoga mates can't bend, move or stretch. I don't want to be reminded of the ways the body fails you when you aged.

You don't sleep because...

You don't look forward to tomorrow.

It seems so wasteful.

There is no time.

You haven't done anything productive. By staying awake, you attempt to convince yourself otherwise.

Youth is flickering by.

The internet is too fascinating.

Rest has become a job requirement. You rest to work.

You are too lazy.

Almost Famous

Someone took a fancy to Purin. And by that I mean my Purin, not some other random Purin. See he is here. I find this really surprising... Purin is usually ignored especially when he is put alongside his other more "typically cute" friends. Finally, recognition (by someone other than me).

And yes... he is a Golden Retriever, not a bear.

The World's Most Disgusting Knee

Presenting the world's most disgusting knee. Urgh. I want to puke looking at these pictures.





This shot looks almost artistic. And it is NOT MY KNEE. Guess who?

Random Thoughts

- I don't like it when people keep going on about their baby/kid. I know your baby is important and oh-so-precious, but I don't get why you have to litter your emails with information about your baby. When I meet you in person, I can sit at the corner, far away from you, so I don't have to hear the baby conversation. I can't run away from my emails. Your words stare right at me. Your world revolves around your baby. I don't live in that world.

- It is summer in New York. Someone said: When it's summer, all the crazy people come out. Where do all the crazy people hide in winter? Underground?

- I hate it when it rains and water floods the streets. The streets smell like pee. And the rain-pee water is drowning my $78 Gap Designer sandals. I am suicidal.

- I don't know whether to offer you my seat on the bus. You look pregnant. Your tummy is big. Or maybe you are just fat. If I offer you my seat and you are not pregnant, I risk offending you. Maybe offering the seat to fat people is polite behaviour? Nah, I don't think so. Then, I see you are wearing kitten heels. Pregnant women wear flats. Okay, I remain stuck to my chair, trying not to stare at your tummy or continue speculating about your possible pregnancy.

Frisson

I learn a new word: Frisson.

I picked it up from comics (9 Chickweed Lane, June 9, 08). The usual source that increases my vocabulary. Since when do people learn new words the good old fashion way.. from books.
Anyway, going through facebook gives me the occasional frisson, especially when I stumble upon photos of people I know.. or those whom I thought I knew...

And when I look at the profiles of those that I use to date. It is just plain odd. I go: What? He was never like that when he was with me. Is it me? Am I so you-can't-be-your-real-self-limiting?

Anyway, it is just odd and freaky. And I'm glad, cognitive-dissonance-glad, that I am not dating them now.

Hmph!

Quiz

I'm doing this to distract myself from the realities of school work. This is oh-so-secondary school, the time when everyone uses hotmail.com.

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

Tagged by: WH

If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
The usual melodramatic scream, sob, slam-the-door thing… Then sue for money.

If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
To have lots of money… Then I’ll buy the rights of Purin from Sanrio, learn French, buy more clothes, get a chauffeur… the list goes on…

What will your dream wedding be like?
Something that makes people go aww… Oh, and lovely dresses, shoes, flowers and a marvelous photographer.

Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?
Yes. Very.

What's your ideal lover like?
Attractive, nice, intelligent, rich.. The same qualities I stated when I was 14.

Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Loved.

How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Patience is not my forte.

If the person you secretly liked is already attached, what would you do?
Whine about it with friends.

Is being tagged fun?
-_-

How do you see yourself in ten years time?
Enjoying life.

What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Nice (overall). Obliging. PBF.

Would you rather to be single and rich or married but poor?
Married and poor? Married to who… and how poor is poor? Single and lonely?

What's the first thing you do every morning?
Find Purin.

If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, who would you pick?
The one who loves me. The one with superior genes.

If given the chance to turn back time, will you?
Yes, just to be young once again. And to take better care of my teeth… I hate my fillings… Considering I only have ONE SET OF teeth. (I’m still using my baby teeth. Urgh.)

What is the last thing you would do before you die?
Breathe. Tell the secrets of heaven to the people sobbing around me... Or confuse them with mambo jumbo... Hehe.

8 people to be tagged:
I don't know 8 people who read this blog and also have a blog. So if you are one of the rare people who reads this blog, do this quiz... and leave me your blog address or something so I can read your quiz.

Space Careers

CNN Careers in Space

Mine: Your tact and love of new cultures would make you the perfect diplomat as humans reach for the stars. Bring on the little green man!

OF's: (guy is so gross-looking... *pukes*)

My Day Out - Peters' Drive In

Hello, I'm Purin and I'm blogging for the day. I would like to share my lovely outing with you!

For the curious, I am a little golden retriever puppy who is highly loved by his owner! I sound like Elmo, only cuter and with a slight Japanese accent. (After all, I was made by Sanrio, the firm that made Hello Kitty.)

I like travelling and I have been around the world. Currently I am based in New York City where I spend my days fluffing my fluff for hugs (and photo shoots).

Some time ago, I flew to Calgary and had the fine opportunity to dine at Peters' Drive In. What a lovely, lovely lard filled place! My favourite!

Here I am! I'm so excited!

Driving to the drive-in to make my order! *Heart beat increased*
Waiting for my food. Yummy! *Stomach growls*

Finally! Food! (As you can see, I sit in a ziplock bag as I really don't want to dirty my rear on the ecky rental car seat. I know I'm anal, but I've got to do what it takes to maintain my fluff. You will only understand if you are as fluffy as me!)

Smell the food!!

Milkshakes! One oreo and chocolate, the other is grape and root beer. Ooo... the possibilities!

SHAKES: ANY COMBINATION OF: BANANA, BLACKBERRY, BLUEBERRY, BUBBLE GUM, BUTTERSCOTCH, CHERRY, CHOCOLATE, CHOCO-SPICE, COCONUT, CRANBERRY, CRÈME DE MENTHE, CRUSHED MAPLE WALNUT, GRAPE, LEMON, LICORICE, LIME, MANGO, MAPLE, MARSHMALLOW, ORANGE, OREO, PEACH, PINA COLADA, PINEAPPLE, RASPBERRY, ROOT BEER, RUM & BUTTER, STRAWBERRY, VANILLA, WATERMELON
Haha... All the pesky seagulls waiting outside the car didn't get any! All mine! All mine!!

My paws are tired. Off to my nap.

Spoilt

Frog Song

Gako the Frog(Japanese Folk Song)

かえるのよまわれ
ka e ru no yo ma wa re

がこがこげこぴおんぴおん
gako gako geko pion pion

はぱぅてはぱぅて
hapalute hapalute

がこげこぴおん
gako geko pion

がこぴおんげこぴおん
gako pion geko pion

がこげこぴおん
gako geko pion

がこがこが、ぴおんぴおんぴおん
gako gako ga, pion pion pion

げこげこげ、ぴおんぴおんぴおん
geko geko ge, pion pion pion

がこぴおんげこぴおん
gako pion geko pion

がこげこぴおん
gako geko pion

Green Frog
Em em, went a little green frog one day
Em em, went a little green frog
Em em, went a little green frog one day
And the green frog went em em

But we know frogs go
Tra la la la la,
Tra la la la la,
Tra la la la la,
But we know frogs go
Tra la la la la,
Frogs don't go em em

The little frogs
The little frogs, the little frogs
They are a happy crowd
They have no tears, they have no fears
They shout out very loud
*Kuwa kwa kwa, Kuwa kwa kwa
Ku wa ku wa ku wa*
Repeat *

Youth

I never had any idea that at 22, I would be in NYC. I spent a large part of my week in Calgary on a free trip. Anything free is good, even though I did end up with nose bleed, sore throat and some odd stomach illness. Darn the dry air and maybe the sushi.

I was humming this tune on a road trip to the mountains. I couldn't remember the words but after intensive googling, here they are.

I feel old at 22. I remembered singing this when I was in Primary 6 and feeling old then. I'll probably sing it at 40 and tsk tsk myself for feeling old at 22.

Age hasn't brought me wisdom or new insights... just greater responsibilities, fears and weariness.


年少时候谁没有梦

年少时候谁没有梦
无意之中你将心愿透露
就在你生日的时候我将小小口琴送
最难忘记你的笑容

友情的细水慢慢流流进了你我的心中
曾在球场边为你欢呼你跌伤我背负
夜里流星飞渡想象着他日的路途
晚风听着我们壮志无数

年少时候谁没有愁
满腔愤慨唯有你能听得懂
每当我失意的时候你将那首歌吹奏
琴声悠悠解我情愁

岁月的细水慢慢流流到了别离的时候
轻拍你的肩听我说朋友不要太惆怅
霓虹纵然再嚣张我们的步履有方向
成败不论切莫将昔日遗忘

多年以后又再相逢
我们都有了疲倦的笑容
问一声我的朋友何时再为我吹奏
是否依旧，是否依旧

Overestimating

People, especially men, think too highly of themselves.

It's funny at times.

Best Advice

At the 65:30 minute:

All young ladies should hear this, Syl said: It took me a long time but I finally figured this out. When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, it is really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do.

Oh, and it is a great video on Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams.

Masquerade

I think I am an extrovert masquerading as an introvert.

Uncontrollable Impulses

My life is typically controlled by my impulses.

Boredom and laziness the key driving factors in my life. They motivate me to do or not do things.

Strip Club 101

I was high on wine. Bored with life. So I went to a strip club.

It is amazing that I took so long before I stumbled upon someone who was willing to bring me to a strip club. I shall remember all you evil people who went without me!! Apparently everyone has been to a strip club except me. *bleah*

It is not as freaky as I thought it would be. Pretty entertaining. Not as pricey as I thought it would be ($10). The ones in Toronto had FREE entrance though.

But the drinks are pricey ($10 for water??).

But $20ish for a few hours of entertainment.. it's not that bad. The girls are pretty. Some are fat. The plus size dancers are usually A LOT more aggressive. There are female customers, but mainly males. The guys look hilarious and desperate. Haha, I counted the number times they went for the lap dances... Hilarious.

Lap dances: $15 - $20
Tipping strippers (stick $ into their undies): $1

They earn pathetically little.

Oh, and the girl who wanted to do a dance for me smelt particularly good. Darn, why don't I smell like that.