I Heart Rusty!

This post is just all about Rusty. Kinda got lazy, but at the same time, I love our dog to bits!
The Evolution of Rusty... Enjoy!













Till next time...

xx aBz

Like nails to a chalkboard

There are some things in life you just don't want to hear, but cannot avoid hearing. No matter how much you try to block it out, its sound still lingers; because not only do people remind you of it, you begin to dwell on it. For instance, in my case, I really hate people asking why I'm so skinny. Yeh, I just eat the tiniest of peas and drink water all day. Gaah! Get over it! Or when people ask, what degree I did at uni and consequently ask 'why not nursing?' Oh.my.gosh. >_< My friend shared with me her example, which was constantly being asked by either her parents or other relatives, 'why are you still single?' and the good old 'what do you wanna do with your life?' hahaha!

Two friends and I attended a money-making seminar last night where the speaker asked, 'Who wants to retire at the age of 30?', and we were probably the only three people that did not raise our hands. Because let's face it, it is a nice thought, but c'mon. Really? Retire at 30? Honestly I don't mind the idea of working my way up and striving like my parents did, rather than taking the easy way out - that way I know that I'm enjoying my own personal growth just as they did.

It's truly a lifestyle choice. Like nails to a chalkboard, questions like those above cannot be ignored, however, we just gotta learn to perhaps take them with a grain of salt and block em out with some damn good earphones. Hehehe.


Till next time...

xx aBz

When I hear the 'Ketchup Song', I bolt.

This whole week has been all about my mother dear. It was here birthday last Wednesday (Happy Birthday Mommy!) and today was Mother's Day. You can say she was pretty darn spoiled. I gave her a clothes dryer for her birthday and treated her to an all-you-can-eat restaurant for Mother's Day. The restaurant's food was pretty average, normal soups, salads, pastas and meat selections. What was funny about it was that they played the cheesiest of 80s and 90s songs. We laughed and munched to 'Can't Touch This' by MC Hammer and laughed even more as we heard the start of 'Ice Ice Baby', with my 15 year old sister singing along. Lmao!

As soon as the 'Ketchup Song' came on, I got a headache. Kids raced towards the dance floor and began to dance in sync. Ugh. Despite the headache, the rest of the night was tolerable. There were worse songs to come, but I will no longer mention them.

At around 9pm, the Hawaiian and Polynesian dancers came on to start the 'show'. I must say, this was the highlight of the whole dinner. The MC, Tito, although a creep, was absolutely hilarious. He was picking people from each table to come up on stage and dance, thankfully, he wasn't able to pull me. Hehe. Everyone at that place ended up leaving with a big smile on their face - the show was its saving grace.

Earlier today, I showed my mom a powerpoint presentation I made especially for her. It consisted of pictures from when I was born, till today. Man oh man, the memories. Glad I managed to keep mom smiling though =)

So here's to all the yummy mummies out there, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! <3



Till next time..

xx aBz

PS, Love you mommy!!

Murphy's Law

I haven't written an entry since last Friday for two reasons: (1) I was drunk; and (2) I've been feeling, quite frankly, like shit. Saturday night out with the girls (and guy) was pretty good; it involved a strip club, British accent(s), dancing (even bad dancing with randoms), and a good (but not enough) amount of alcohol. Hehehe. This was followed by the good ole after party ritual of 4am Maccas (mmm, freshly cooked fries for the win!).

Working the day after a big night out is always a struggle. With only 3 hours sleep, I managed to get to work on time without microsleeping and coffee or any energy supplements to sustain me. I was a machine. Soon enough, as I got home, Zzzzz land could not wait and I KO'd. I woke up 5 hours later with a somewhat hectic headache. Woo, go me... -_-

Yesterday (Tuesday), I was quite cranky after work. I was tired and hungry in the car, waiting for my mom to finish work - I just wanted to get home so badly. She suggested that I take the M5, thinking that it would be quicker. Wrong. I took a wrong turn so I had to find a place to my left to pull into and chuck a U-turn. I'll skip some details here - in the process of doing a U-turn, I accidentally reversed the car and bumped into a man behind me. Not a car, a man. I was horrified and my mom was screaming frantically at me. The man was okay, but he obviously wasn't happy. Thankfully he let me go without any charges whatsoever. *phew* I thought I was gonna snap while driving back home, but I didn't.

And if that wasn't bad enough, while I was still shaken up from merely badly injuring or even possibly killing a guy, I almost stacked it going in the house, bit my tongue while eating dinner and to top it all off, sliced my right pinky while washing a knife (1mm deep). And it was in the last incident that I snapped. I screamed my lungs out. Up to now I could still remember how it felt when I cut it *cringe*. It was the perfect example of a Murphy's Law night. Whatever CAN go wrong, WILL go wrong - I never knew how much that law could make sense. However, amidst all of that, I realised that I'm actually pretty lucky. You must be thinking: 'what the hell is she talking about?' Let me explain: you see, I COULD have badly injured or killed that man, but I didn't. I could have fallen flat on my face going in the house; I could have burnt my tongue instead of bitten it; and I could have sliced my finger off, but I didn't. So in a way, I am pretty darn lucky =)

Don't get me wrong, I still think that Murphy's Law is true to an extent, but it takes real skill and will-power to overcome such philosophy ;)



Til next time..

xx aBz