Dad's last labour of love was to prepare a nice little spot for dear ol' dog.
It's not an easy one, seeing how that spot used to be an old palm tree which we had for years, he dug up the roots, refilled the patch with earth and dug up a nice spot for us to bury Sera's remains which we received from the pet memorial services.
Can't believe it's only been a week ever since but it seemed so much longer.
Still misses all the small routines we have around the house.
Mum jokingly mentioned that she's heard of a lady who buried her dog in the garden and occasionally sit there to chat with her pet.
Printed some photos of her to put up at my workplace, so that I still get to see her everyday at work. <3
Also gave some for the bro for keeps and put some into a nice photo frame for the living room.
And I wonder, I really wonder if I'd be able to someday own another pet dog of my own. There's a lot of hard work involved in taking care of a pet, but I really do wish to be able to do once again.
There's nothing like the unconditional love to come home to everyday and a friend who will always be on your side no matter what happens.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Bratty bids farewell
Bratty here to send her love to an old friend.
Watching over the whole process was painful to say the least, and every now and then, someone tears up. The tears never does dry up, it just starts up unexpectedly. Bratty supposes crying is therapeutic, in it own way.
Bratty is grateful that both the other halves of the siblings dropped by for a short visit to say their goodbyes to the family pet, it's a small gesture that means a lot. Particularly because the siblings are very attached to Sera and dotes on her a fair bit. Sera was after all, adopted as part of the family to provide companionship to them when the parents were away at work. It's a beautiful feeling to know that there's always someone to be there for you when everyone is away.
As a child, Mistress is easily spooked by ghost tales and all those spiritual creepy stories. Reading them is fine, but Mistress avoids movies and dramas like a plague. See, when no one is at home, imaginations tend to run wild. It's always been a sort of reassurance to her to know that Sera is around, ever since she's read years back that animals are just like young children and are able to sense the unknown.
The hardest part of them all is watching Mistress and her family walk out of the room and having to go past all the stares and looks of the other owners who were dropping by for boarding or treatment for their own beloved pets. Bratty is sure they could sense what just happened in the room from all their swollen eyes and tears.
For anyone who's ever owned a pet would understand it. A pet is part of the family.
Mistress later told Bratty, how much she was amused when Daddy asked her if they should get another dog, on the drive back home. Particularly because the parents had mentioned repeatedly that all the work involved in caring for a pet would be inconvenient to them, since the siblings are busy and not home to do their share of responsibilities.
Mistress and her bro did understand that Daddy would have to spend more time to help with the household chores and looking after Mummy while Mummy would need to concentrate on taking care of her own health. It's an huge responsibility to take care of a family, and the parents had done the best they can for everyone, so it's time for them to take it easy.
A new pet would mean having to train from the very beginning, and to have to cater for new toys and routine checkups and occasional boarding when going on holidays. Committing to another 10 to 15 years is not an easy task.
That Daddy would suggest it, and when Mistress voiced her surprise, said that they would decide again after 6 months down the road. It would be highly unlikely, of course, but that Daddy brought it up himself, shows how much he misses seeing a wagging tail welcoming him from work everyday.
Mistress supposes that when she comfortably settled down into a stable career path and is financially able to having a space of her own, she would consider having a furry companion by her side again. That is, if she's yet to be saddled down with a miniature mini her, which will bring about a new priority shift.
Bratty thinks it will take a while to adjust, the siblings grew up having some sort of pet of their own all these years, from tortoises to fishes to hamsters to a dog.
It's alright, Bratty has been told that all dogs go to heaven, the family will meet Sera again when the time comes.
Till then, Bratty bids farewell to an old pal and will help Sera to continue watching over little Mistress and her family.
Watching over the whole process was painful to say the least, and every now and then, someone tears up. The tears never does dry up, it just starts up unexpectedly. Bratty supposes crying is therapeutic, in it own way.
Bratty is grateful that both the other halves of the siblings dropped by for a short visit to say their goodbyes to the family pet, it's a small gesture that means a lot. Particularly because the siblings are very attached to Sera and dotes on her a fair bit. Sera was after all, adopted as part of the family to provide companionship to them when the parents were away at work. It's a beautiful feeling to know that there's always someone to be there for you when everyone is away.
As a child, Mistress is easily spooked by ghost tales and all those spiritual creepy stories. Reading them is fine, but Mistress avoids movies and dramas like a plague. See, when no one is at home, imaginations tend to run wild. It's always been a sort of reassurance to her to know that Sera is around, ever since she's read years back that animals are just like young children and are able to sense the unknown.
The hardest part of them all is watching Mistress and her family walk out of the room and having to go past all the stares and looks of the other owners who were dropping by for boarding or treatment for their own beloved pets. Bratty is sure they could sense what just happened in the room from all their swollen eyes and tears.
For anyone who's ever owned a pet would understand it. A pet is part of the family.
Mistress later told Bratty, how much she was amused when Daddy asked her if they should get another dog, on the drive back home. Particularly because the parents had mentioned repeatedly that all the work involved in caring for a pet would be inconvenient to them, since the siblings are busy and not home to do their share of responsibilities.
Mistress and her bro did understand that Daddy would have to spend more time to help with the household chores and looking after Mummy while Mummy would need to concentrate on taking care of her own health. It's an huge responsibility to take care of a family, and the parents had done the best they can for everyone, so it's time for them to take it easy.
A new pet would mean having to train from the very beginning, and to have to cater for new toys and routine checkups and occasional boarding when going on holidays. Committing to another 10 to 15 years is not an easy task.
That Daddy would suggest it, and when Mistress voiced her surprise, said that they would decide again after 6 months down the road. It would be highly unlikely, of course, but that Daddy brought it up himself, shows how much he misses seeing a wagging tail welcoming him from work everyday.
Mistress supposes that when she comfortably settled down into a stable career path and is financially able to having a space of her own, she would consider having a furry companion by her side again. That is, if she's yet to be saddled down with a miniature mini her, which will bring about a new priority shift.
Bratty thinks it will take a while to adjust, the siblings grew up having some sort of pet of their own all these years, from tortoises to fishes to hamsters to a dog.
It's alright, Bratty has been told that all dogs go to heaven, the family will meet Sera again when the time comes.
Till then, Bratty bids farewell to an old pal and will help Sera to continue watching over little Mistress and her family.
a letter with a piece of my heart
Dear Sera,
Today is the day we part ways with each other. When my time comes, it is my dearest wish that we will meet again in heaven.
Tears keeps falling again and again, even though I keep thinking that with all the crying I've done for the past few nights, my tears should have run dry by now. I know that I'm not alone, because everyone else is crying along with me ever since we agreed upon it together. Ever since that night I returned from Phuket and Dee informed me that we have to make a decision.
My heart hurts, there's a gaping hole in it, you've taken a piece of us with you, for being so faithfully beside us for the past 11 years.
And yet, we know that it is the right thing to do, as a family, it's heartbreaking to watch you suffer, barely gasping to breathe at time, growing thinner and thinner by the day, having to endure weekly liquid extractions and all that needle jabbing for the past year. Because we love you so much, we have decided to let you go.
We are already missing you.
From the day you were given to us as a little puppy only several months old, so far away from your parents and brothers. A spoilt little thing who insists on not eating dry dog food and not ever sleeping in the cage nor within the confine of our bathroom where we put you there only to find that you've escape from it the next morning.
Mummy dearest will miss all the morning breakfasts you snack from her as she's having all her daily nuts and fruits and bread. All the time you waited so patiently for her as she uses the bathroom late at night. Always the first one you're able to weddle your puppy eyes to make her cave in and give you whatever she happens to be eating at the moment.
Daddy dearest will miss your little games that you love to play together. I bet he'll even miss going to the pet shops to buy all your favourite treats and biscuits and cans of dog food. The first one to stock up on your food supply whenever it runs low. And possibly the person who gets up from bed most of the time to open the sliding door for you in the middle of the night when you decide on banging it, probably because the rest of us are heavy sleepers and will easily sleep through all that noise. The second person you can snack from for your daily fruits supply.
My dear brother will miss all the little hugs and pets he loves giving you, even if it's right after his showers. And I know you've got him trained as well as, because I've been hearing you paw on his door right every night right after you walk out from my room every night, to make your next nightly excursions from my room to his.
I will miss our little daily pats and ear scratches, a habit that built up from my schooling days where I would return home, flopped on the floor, pat it twice and wait for that little bundle of fur to get up and walk over to greet me. It's something that only you and I share because no one else does that but me. Seems like it's been forever that you habitually drop by my room first every night when everything downstairs is closed for the night, that everyone makes it a point to open the door for you and invite you into my room without even asking me. Probably because I tend to sleep later than the parents and is almost always the one with the air conditioner still switched on. Once you hear the 'plaaak' of the switch going off, you'd crawl out from wherever you've been napping and sleepily make your way into bedroom number two, my brother's.
We will miss your little forlorn look when you realised that you've been locked outside at night and all that banging on the sliding door to remind us that you're still outside. All that suspicious sniffing on whatever food we give you to snack, that little guard dog charade you start doing only when we're having dinner. Never learning that shouting from upstairs is not from some random person outside the house. Your daily barking at the poor postman. That warm fur you get after sunbathing in the sun from the outside. Or that wet doggone look you get after getting bathed. The overly excited atmosphere whenever we prepare to go to the vet. That you really hate the festive seasons and the fireworks it brings and the rain with all its thunderings.
Calling you with our various spur-of-the-moment nicknames, mostly from mum and I. Talking to you one on one whenever we want company or just someone to listen to.
I hope we've given you all the love you ever wanted, and freedom to wander all over the house sans the furnitures and beds.
We love you so much and we know that you love us too.
Love, your family
(Sera - August 2000 to 17th December 2011)
Ours, always and forever.
Today is the day we part ways with each other. When my time comes, it is my dearest wish that we will meet again in heaven.
Tears keeps falling again and again, even though I keep thinking that with all the crying I've done for the past few nights, my tears should have run dry by now. I know that I'm not alone, because everyone else is crying along with me ever since we agreed upon it together. Ever since that night I returned from Phuket and Dee informed me that we have to make a decision.
My heart hurts, there's a gaping hole in it, you've taken a piece of us with you, for being so faithfully beside us for the past 11 years.
And yet, we know that it is the right thing to do, as a family, it's heartbreaking to watch you suffer, barely gasping to breathe at time, growing thinner and thinner by the day, having to endure weekly liquid extractions and all that needle jabbing for the past year. Because we love you so much, we have decided to let you go.
We are already missing you.
From the day you were given to us as a little puppy only several months old, so far away from your parents and brothers. A spoilt little thing who insists on not eating dry dog food and not ever sleeping in the cage nor within the confine of our bathroom where we put you there only to find that you've escape from it the next morning.
Mummy dearest will miss all the morning breakfasts you snack from her as she's having all her daily nuts and fruits and bread. All the time you waited so patiently for her as she uses the bathroom late at night. Always the first one you're able to weddle your puppy eyes to make her cave in and give you whatever she happens to be eating at the moment.
Daddy dearest will miss your little games that you love to play together. I bet he'll even miss going to the pet shops to buy all your favourite treats and biscuits and cans of dog food. The first one to stock up on your food supply whenever it runs low. And possibly the person who gets up from bed most of the time to open the sliding door for you in the middle of the night when you decide on banging it, probably because the rest of us are heavy sleepers and will easily sleep through all that noise. The second person you can snack from for your daily fruits supply.
My dear brother will miss all the little hugs and pets he loves giving you, even if it's right after his showers. And I know you've got him trained as well as, because I've been hearing you paw on his door right every night right after you walk out from my room every night, to make your next nightly excursions from my room to his.
I will miss our little daily pats and ear scratches, a habit that built up from my schooling days where I would return home, flopped on the floor, pat it twice and wait for that little bundle of fur to get up and walk over to greet me. It's something that only you and I share because no one else does that but me. Seems like it's been forever that you habitually drop by my room first every night when everything downstairs is closed for the night, that everyone makes it a point to open the door for you and invite you into my room without even asking me. Probably because I tend to sleep later than the parents and is almost always the one with the air conditioner still switched on. Once you hear the 'plaaak' of the switch going off, you'd crawl out from wherever you've been napping and sleepily make your way into bedroom number two, my brother's.
We will miss your little forlorn look when you realised that you've been locked outside at night and all that banging on the sliding door to remind us that you're still outside. All that suspicious sniffing on whatever food we give you to snack, that little guard dog charade you start doing only when we're having dinner. Never learning that shouting from upstairs is not from some random person outside the house. Your daily barking at the poor postman. That warm fur you get after sunbathing in the sun from the outside. Or that wet doggone look you get after getting bathed. The overly excited atmosphere whenever we prepare to go to the vet. That you really hate the festive seasons and the fireworks it brings and the rain with all its thunderings.
Calling you with our various spur-of-the-moment nicknames, mostly from mum and I. Talking to you one on one whenever we want company or just someone to listen to.
I hope we've given you all the love you ever wanted, and freedom to wander all over the house sans the furnitures and beds.
We love you so much and we know that you love us too.
Love, your family
(Sera - August 2000 to 17th December 2011)
Ours, always and forever.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Most dramatic birthday. Ever.
Most stressful hour to decide. Ever. 4pm.
Had the interview at SD this morning, and well, I couldn't just be terribly straight forward and ask, 'so hey, will you be offering me the job, because I have another offer waiting for my reply, er. today?' 8D So I asked, if I could have their answer by the end of the week, which was rather pointless. *le sigh*
Also, Happy 25th to me! Yesh, met that quarter of a 100 now.
So I feel any older? Not yet. Still waiting for that wave of maturity and sensibility to hit me any moment now. *waits*
A recap of last week,
Later that day,
Checks the inbox for the e-mail and finds that the interview session is scheduled at 9.30am, BUT at the bottom of the e-mail, it says arrive 30 minutes before the interview time.
Reaction: ........er. so 9am then.
So anyways, I wasn't able to wait up for the offer and decided to go ahead with the bank and its odd shift hours with the really good shift allowances.
See how it goes, but hey, I am now officially employed back onto the job market again.
After having about 7 interviews, a-three part assessment, and a 2nd interview. Life is hard, guys.
Had the interview at SD this morning, and well, I couldn't just be terribly straight forward and ask, 'so hey, will you be offering me the job, because I have another offer waiting for my reply, er. today?' 8D So I asked, if I could have their answer by the end of the week, which was rather pointless. *le sigh*
Also, Happy 25th to me! Yesh, met that quarter of a 100 now.
So I feel any older? Not yet. Still waiting for that wave of maturity and sensibility to hit me any moment now. *waits*
Interviwer: so your resume says you're 24.
Me: er. actually, it should be 25, I'm 25 today. 8D
Interviewer: ....oh!, happy birthday?
A recap of last week,
HR: Miss xxx, please pick a date for interview next week, 3rd or 4th.
Me: 3rd is fine. 8D
HR: blablabla on things to bring and will e-mail me..okay, see you on the 4th 10am on next week then.
Me: .....;o; ok.
Later that day,
Checks the inbox for the e-mail and finds that the interview session is scheduled at 9.30am, BUT at the bottom of the e-mail, it says arrive 30 minutes before the interview time.
Reaction: ........er. so 9am then.
So anyways, I wasn't able to wait up for the offer and decided to go ahead with the bank and its odd shift hours with the really good shift allowances.
See how it goes, but hey, I am now officially employed back onto the job market again.
After having about 7 interviews, a-three part assessment, and a 2nd interview. Life is hard, guys.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Confusion and lack of directions
First off, clover green really did bring me luck, that and sacrificing the weekend holiday trip with the group to Kuantan brought about 4 back to back interviews. So since last Thursday, Friday, (spent the weekend being stranded at the workshop for Global Strategy and Leadership), Monday, Tuesday and a second interview on Wednesday.
Was a rather busy week for me after all that inactivity I had going on for a while.
Now to wait up for any calls and job offers on the line. The thing is, I'm really aiming to secure a job which will provide me an environment to learn, because I'm still young and any career change in the future will heavily depend on the type of skills you have to offer.
There's 1 that's offering me a much lower than expected salary, 2 without potential for future growth and rather stagnant and repetitive work.
Worried atm, because the only one which offered me so far was the one I'm concerned about the potential growth, it's not exactly the field I was aiming for, granted that I didn't specifically applied for the job but rather gave my resume for their consideration and it works on a shift basis.
Thing is, if the pay is reasonable, I would give it a couple of months to a year, because there isn't going to much improvement from the long term perspective.
But worried because eventually, I will have to start from the bottom if I'm aiming to go purely into accounting as my prior working experiences will be irrelevant for that.
Keeping my fingers crossed that either a better offer to learn up will come my way or perhaps, the pay will offset for my weird working hours and allow me to save up a bit for now.
Was a rather busy week for me after all that inactivity I had going on for a while.
Now to wait up for any calls and job offers on the line. The thing is, I'm really aiming to secure a job which will provide me an environment to learn, because I'm still young and any career change in the future will heavily depend on the type of skills you have to offer.
There's 1 that's offering me a much lower than expected salary, 2 without potential for future growth and rather stagnant and repetitive work.
Worried atm, because the only one which offered me so far was the one I'm concerned about the potential growth, it's not exactly the field I was aiming for, granted that I didn't specifically applied for the job but rather gave my resume for their consideration and it works on a shift basis.
Thing is, if the pay is reasonable, I would give it a couple of months to a year, because there isn't going to much improvement from the long term perspective.
But worried because eventually, I will have to start from the bottom if I'm aiming to go purely into accounting as my prior working experiences will be irrelevant for that.
Keeping my fingers crossed that either a better offer to learn up will come my way or perhaps, the pay will offset for my weird working hours and allow me to save up a bit for now.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Clover green for luck ^3^
Change of template for a new breath of life since it's been almost 2 years.
From my lovely personalised orange purple KAT-TUN to a simple clover green.
Wanted something easy on the eyes and it's been said that a four leaved clover brings luck because clovers usually have 3 leaflets. No luck on finding a four leaved clover background though. haha!
I'm not that pro making anything and not aiming to change too many things, so a quick use of google and the new template layout should suffice for now.
Mutton of the day is currently on K-pop, more specifically Super Junior. Playlist has been removed, may or may not be replaced, my fickled mind isn't made up yet.
Mutton of the day. Sungmin, Ryeowook, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, Yesung, Leeteuk, Siwon, Shindong and Heechul.
Also, my photobucket account lives. 8D
From my lovely personalised orange purple KAT-TUN to a simple clover green.
Wanted something easy on the eyes and it's been said that a four leaved clover brings luck because clovers usually have 3 leaflets. No luck on finding a four leaved clover background though. haha!
I'm not that pro making anything and not aiming to change too many things, so a quick use of google and the new template layout should suffice for now.
Mutton of the day is currently on K-pop, more specifically Super Junior. Playlist has been removed, may or may not be replaced, my fickled mind isn't made up yet.
Mutton of the day. Sungmin, Ryeowook, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Kyuhyun, Yesung, Leeteuk, Siwon, Shindong and Heechul.
Also, my photobucket account lives. 8D
Friday, September 16, 2011
that 5 minutes of difference
Bratty here.
Serena gave up a trip with close friends for the weekend that was planned ages back for a chance to explore a career fair held the same weekend. Sitting around was getting to her and rather demotivating as well.
So it was a nice surprise to have company for the fair in form of a close friend's bro who recently graduated and looking for a job, to tag along.
The fair was interesting, helped gave her some pointers on her resume and expectations of the market and employers' point of view.
So after some 2 hours of browsing, they both decided to call it a day and head home to grab lunch.
The sky was clear and weather was beautiful when she had drove her friend's sibling home, which was about 5 minutes away from her place.
That 5 minutes made all the difference, for the moment she was reaching home, splitter splatter came the rain. And poured it did.
Serena had to park outside, a little distance away since the porch was occupied. Grabbed her umbrella and bags for that short walk to the gate.
Upon reaching, only to realise, she had left her house keys inside the car. WAYLT, dear.
Serena tried calling for mummy dearest to open the gates for her, but it was pouring so badly, that the rain was rather noisy and so mummy dearest didn't hear a thing.
A few minutes of calling and making havoc outside the gates under the rain, clutching am umbrella and juggling 2 bags, she decided to return back to her car to collect that darnit set of keys.
Serena finally made it inside the house and took a breather to report to mummy dearest and to complain how she was all wet and no one heard her.
After about 10 minutes or so talking, she realised that rain had stopped and the sky was all clear and bright again. The short shower had passed just like that.
In her words, 'I feel like I kena pranked'
Serena gave up a trip with close friends for the weekend that was planned ages back for a chance to explore a career fair held the same weekend. Sitting around was getting to her and rather demotivating as well.
So it was a nice surprise to have company for the fair in form of a close friend's bro who recently graduated and looking for a job, to tag along.
The fair was interesting, helped gave her some pointers on her resume and expectations of the market and employers' point of view.
So after some 2 hours of browsing, they both decided to call it a day and head home to grab lunch.
The sky was clear and weather was beautiful when she had drove her friend's sibling home, which was about 5 minutes away from her place.
That 5 minutes made all the difference, for the moment she was reaching home, splitter splatter came the rain. And poured it did.
Serena had to park outside, a little distance away since the porch was occupied. Grabbed her umbrella and bags for that short walk to the gate.
Upon reaching, only to realise, she had left her house keys inside the car. WAYLT, dear.
Serena tried calling for mummy dearest to open the gates for her, but it was pouring so badly, that the rain was rather noisy and so mummy dearest didn't hear a thing.
A few minutes of calling and making havoc outside the gates under the rain, clutching am umbrella and juggling 2 bags, she decided to return back to her car to collect that darnit set of keys.
Serena finally made it inside the house and took a breather to report to mummy dearest and to complain how she was all wet and no one heard her.
After about 10 minutes or so talking, she realised that rain had stopped and the sky was all clear and bright again. The short shower had passed just like that.
In her words, 'I feel like I kena pranked'
Tiramisu~!
Bratty reporting that little mistress of mine eventually caved in to her sweet tooth and tried her grubby paws on making a tiramisu~!
Note that the word used is made, not baked, because it requires no baking, just a shove into the refridgerator for a good couple of hours for the cheese to set.
All her cheesy cravings fully satisfied. heeeeee~
Wiki explains Tiramisu as
Quite a costly dessert to make, with that 2 blocks of Philadelphia cream cheese to make up for the lack of mascarpone cheese and that whole stack of lady fingers biscuits. But oh-so-delish!
Family gave it a thumbs up for this round.
Note that the word used is made, not baked, because it requires no baking, just a shove into the refridgerator for a good couple of hours for the cheese to set.
All her cheesy cravings fully satisfied. heeeeee~
Wiki explains Tiramisu as
literally "pick me up", is a popular Italian dessert. It is made of ladyfingers (Italian: savoiardi) dipped in coffee, layered with a whipped mixture of egg yolks and mascarpone, and flavored with liquor and cocoa
Quite a costly dessert to make, with that 2 blocks of Philadelphia cream cheese to make up for the lack of mascarpone cheese and that whole stack of lady fingers biscuits. But oh-so-delish!
Family gave it a thumbs up for this round.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Drama.
Dear extended family,
Stop being such kids.
It isn't called a family gathering when you deteriorate into becoming kids and not invite your own mother or several other siblings and their families.
You're old enough to know what is right and wrong. Shame on all of you.
Stop being such kids.
It isn't called a family gathering when you deteriorate into becoming kids and not invite your own mother or several other siblings and their families.
You're old enough to know what is right and wrong. Shame on all of you.
Thursday, September 08, 2011
To bake or not to bake?
Bratty here. >3<
Serena's been looking up for baking recipes looking at how she's totally drooling over her keyboard and muttering to herself over the instructions and how-to.
Can't you be less obvious? tsktsktsk
Serena is rather excited that her orange and lemon cake turned out awesomely yummy last week back, so she's pumped up to try her hands on making chocolate cake next.
Which btw, I might add, the last time she tried that years back, it was as hard as stone. D: I fear for my little sheepy life now.
It'll be nice for my little mistress to try her hands on baking since she's been bored at home and making something nice to munch on makes everyone at home happy as well.
Will keep the you guys posted on how her baking endeavor goes, if she ever gets around to doing it and not just drooling over her keyboard.
Serena's been looking up for baking recipes looking at how she's totally drooling over her keyboard and muttering to herself over the instructions and how-to.
Can't you be less obvious? tsktsktsk
Serena is rather excited that her orange and lemon cake turned out awesomely yummy last week back, so she's pumped up to try her hands on making chocolate cake next.
Which btw, I might add, the last time she tried that years back, it was as hard as stone. D: I fear for my little sheepy life now.
It'll be nice for my little mistress to try her hands on baking since she's been bored at home and making something nice to munch on makes everyone at home happy as well.
Will keep the you guys posted on how her baking endeavor goes, if she ever gets around to doing it and not just drooling over her keyboard.
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
The sheep is back in town!
Serena is back and by default, Bratty gets to make a comeback too. 8D
Because poking fun at her is my favourite pastime.
So, Serena had to bring Sera the dog to the vet for the once every 10 days or so, for an extraction of the liquid that's been accumulating in her stomach being that her liver hasn't been functioning properly for almost 9 months now. *pats the poor thing*
The thing about the liquid extraction, is how much time it takes, usually takes Serena about an hour, plus all that waiting at the vet and slowly extracting the liquid and all.
So, it was very important to get a proper parking and to pay for that proper parking.
Serena went and paid for a parking ticket with the wrong car number! That klutz mistress of mine. D:
Her car number is clearly 8816, so I can't understand why she paid for 8681, which is btw the car number of Serena's dad, who's at work.
Moral of the story, please be alert while punching in the car number. orz.
Serena stared at it, pondered for a moment and hoped that that the officers would close one eye and pass it by.
Because poking fun at her is my favourite pastime.
So, Serena had to bring Sera the dog to the vet for the once every 10 days or so, for an extraction of the liquid that's been accumulating in her stomach being that her liver hasn't been functioning properly for almost 9 months now. *pats the poor thing*
The thing about the liquid extraction, is how much time it takes, usually takes Serena about an hour, plus all that waiting at the vet and slowly extracting the liquid and all.
So, it was very important to get a proper parking and to pay for that proper parking.
Serena went and paid for a parking ticket with the wrong car number! That klutz mistress of mine. D:
Her car number is clearly 8816, so I can't understand why she paid for 8681, which is btw the car number of Serena's dad, who's at work.
Moral of the story, please be alert while punching in the car number. orz.
Serena stared at it, pondered for a moment and hoped that that the officers would close one eye and pass it by.
Refresh and relive
I saw an adorable kitty post and it reminded me of Bratty, my wooly companion blog.
And since I'm at the crossroads of change and soul searching at the moment, might as well make a short post every now and then.
Still looking for a new job, I'm really keen to look for one which I'm interested in and one that would help add to my resume later in life. It's been rather not fruitful lately, but I'll still keep on trying the best I can.
*cues dramatic comeback music and tackleglomphugs with Bratty*
Also, I still love KAT-TUN, even though the A in it has left. orz. But we'll see if my blog will change fandoms.
And since I'm at the crossroads of change and soul searching at the moment, might as well make a short post every now and then.
Still looking for a new job, I'm really keen to look for one which I'm interested in and one that would help add to my resume later in life. It's been rather not fruitful lately, but I'll still keep on trying the best I can.
*cues dramatic comeback music and tackleglomphugs with Bratty*
Also, I still love KAT-TUN, even though the A in it has left. orz. But we'll see if my blog will change fandoms.
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