Cat-Woman, you must have really beautiful legs in order to wear this day-in day-out.

Almost wanted to buy this rubbery spandex tights, which for a moment, I thought it was cool.

Well, it turns out not.

While waiting for JX at Vivocity, I hung around Forever21 and tried to put some clothes together. Not really my kind of style, but probably, I wanted to engage that 15-year-old side of me, which never got the chance to be fashion-conscious back then (as compared to the teens now).

So, tights - a must-have in the teen-getup-look.

BOY, was it tough to get into that, which was so rubbery and squeaky. It’s probably the material and I was laughing myself silly in the fitting room - because... I looked like a miserable Cat-Woman with short legs and a long crotch at one point.

After realizing that I had to wear it like a pair of stockings and some huffing and puffing, I looked at the final outcome. Damn, it was really unflattering. Made my legs look short and fat, and my knees shiningly-ugly. And I somehow looked pregnant. Gee, how harsh.

When I returned the clothes, I thought the girl looked at me weird. I wondered if it was because she heard me giggling alone in the fitting room. Or the choice of clothes that I chose.

A Belated Boogey V-Day Post

No, I don't have a Samsung phone but I love them.

I had a nose booger stuck in my nose and JX saw. After he exclaimed his sighting, I went - "Yeah, it was stuck there for a while and it's irritating the hell out of me. Should I dig it out?"

JX looked at me, and I couldn’t quite understand his expression. But I proceeded to remove that offensive muck obstructing my nasal tract. At that point, JX yelped somewhat hysterically while I laughed away sinisterly with my index finger standing tall and proud, propping a biological weapon.

In our struggle (me trying to get close to him, while he getting away from me), that sticky booger got a portion of itself onto JX’s black shirt. He shrieked and went on nagging some gibberish while I laughed away, with my finger sticking in mid-air.

He commanded that I flick it away. But I placed it (somewhere) and told him whenever he past by that place, he would then think of me (in disgust or lovingly, up to him). I think he shrieked again, because I couldn’t quite hear properly while I was going on with my insane laughter.

We walked along, and in a while, I revealed to him matter-of-factly, “I think I’ve got some more stuck in my nose. What do I do now?” He thought the booger episode was over. He forewarned me not to dig it again. What would he do, if I did, I don't know.

And then I lit up like a bulb, “Oh, I could do it the grampa-style. You know, hold down the other nostril and snort it out!” And I proceeded to do that, aiming at a grass patch before he could stop me.

I failed miserably. I turned to look at JX in a dead-panned expression and he couldn’t stop laughing. I had slimy/sticky snot all over my nose. It somehow slapped itself upwards instead of rocketing out and away. While he was laughing away, he still managed to warn me not to touch him till I get home and clean up. Along the journey home I did not manage to flick the booger away because it was too clingy to its owner.

He told me, wisely, that I didn’t block the other nostril tightly hence the pathetic failure.

“How romantic ya, our Valentine’s Day celebration!” I grinned, sticky booger in hand.

“Yeah, 4 years into our relationship. And on Valentine’s Day. And you are already the way you are... I wonder what’s next in time to come.”

Oooooh, you will know. :D

P.S.: Yes, it was in public but it was dark and almost no one was around as we walked home. I do have some social etiquette ok.

Ah Qi, this one's for you.

You love Korean guys, right, Qi? I give you one. Who sings sexy.

I think he hates Mariah Carey. It must be the case right?

They shouldn't have to go through this.

These poor animals which once lived in the forests of Australia. Imagine how they panicked in their last moments. Imagine their frantic terror as they tried to escape but got caught in fiery deadends.

This is one survivor from the Australian bushfires.

"You can how she stops and moves forward and looks at me. It was like a look saying "I can't run, I'm weak and sore, put me out of my misery,"" Tree told Reuters.

"I yelled out for some water and I sat down with her and tipped the water up. It was in my hand and she reached for the bottle then put her right claw into my left hand which was cold so it must have given her some pain relief and she just left it there. It was just amazing."

(Source: Reuters)

'Amazing' wouldn't be a word I would choose to use in that juncture, but well...

No one person or animal should have to go through this.

"...words escape us all when it comes to describing that deliberate arson,"said Victoria state Premier John Brumby.

How apt.

A Filthy Dirt makes its debut on a Can-Opener's Manual

Click to enlarge. On that one filthy dirt that wipes dry cloth.

A Hairy 牛 Year

Acceptance

It had been a devastating time for all when Norbit left us suddenly. It took us all a while to get used to the fact that Norbit is gone forever. We all missed him terribly. And truthfully, my heart still wrenches as the nasty memories attack me from time to time - him fighting for his life on the operation table, eventually struggling to get close to the oblivious me when he was near his death, his limp body as the vet tried to resuscitate him, the words that finalized his life...

Jo said she was sorry that I had to be the one to witness the entire ordeal and for selfish reasons, she was in a way blessed to be spared from the agony. But a large part of me was glad that I was there with him when he needed me most. I just wish for Norbit to know that we all loved him.

It is still painful now, but it gets better and it will pass. In time, I know, I will think about Norbit and smile instead of crying.

JX said, "That's it. We'll not have any pets," after rushing to my side and witnessing my crumbled state when he heard the news.

My heartbroken parents were also a little apprehensive in getting another pet now. My dad went, "See, I told you. You have to expect this when you get a pet. You will be heartbroken when its time is up." My mom then added, "That's why I didn't want us to have a pet."

But... would you rather protect yourself from potential agony, from sad memories - and hence no happy memories, to not love and be loved in return; OR to create happy moments despite knowing one day, it probably will all end, short-lived or not? I choose the latter. So what if you are living, but not a life?