Hellooooooooo! I know I haven’t written anything here for the last year or so…I lost count. Becoming a mom does that to you. Oh well…anyway, I’ve been busy this past few weeks writing. I discovered Wattpad and decided to participate in Wattys 2014…I know it’s a long shot to win an award; I don’t have a lot of friends who read. So I’m hoping if you guys can help me out and read, vote and comment on my novel, I’d really appreciate it. Oh, and sharing it with your other friends too!
This is where you can find my novel, entitled Heart’s Tempo.
Please remember, read, vote and comment. I’m still editing it so if you find any errors, inconsistencies etc, please do tell me.
I’m not sure how long it has been but I AM BACK! Laptop LCD finally replaced, keyboard not functioning well, but I can manage. This is probably not the right time, I want to join Nanowrimo again this year, don’t want to skip a year…but I need to write a blog too…wonder what topic to begin with? Hmmm…
BINGO – he’s most probably a mixed breed, I just don’t know what. I wish he’s a welsh corgi mix 🙂
I’m trying hard not to get too attached to this adorable puppy…and it is DIFFICULT!
Last time I wrote about our neighbor who ‘abandons’ his dogs – he is still doing it until now. When he picked up Fiona, the shi tzu, he had a small puppy in a box. He asked my dad to take care of it, just for the night and he will pick it up the next morning. And the puppy has been with us for more than 2 weeks now, imagine that!
How can you not fall for this cuteness?! We named him BINGO, yup…from the nursery song Bingo because it’s my son’s one and only favorite song. I know, naming the pup will just get us more attached, but I’m actually wishing / praying that our neighbor would just disappear in the face of this earth and leave the dog to us. Besides, if this pup is back with him, he’ll suffer the same fate as Fiona and George – to be neglected.
As of the moment, he’s in a puppy cage. He’s too small to handle the rough play our three other older dogs do. And even though he got a ‘lick bath’ from Max (our four year old rottweiler) Bingo’s still scared of him. I’d be scared of Max too if I’m as small as Bingo and Max approaches me, hehehe!
I’m wishing that this pup is a pembroke welsh corgie…yup, that’s one of the breeds I wanted to have, but it’s a rare breed here and even if there are breeders a pup is too expensive for me. I have no idea what breed this pup is…our neighbor doesn’t know either, he doesn’t even know how many months old the puppy is, nor does he know what kind of food the pup eats…it’s another round of guessing game again.
Anyway, his name is Bingo and he’s a little furball of puppy love!
Yeah…I’m sorry but I just had to get this out of my system. It is confirmed, Rain will be discharged from the Korean army this coming July 10! Just excited, hehe! I’ve been a fan since I watched his drama, Full House with Song Hye Kyo – I bought his albums, watched his movies, watched his first ever concert here…and now it’s out of my system…I will shut up now.
This is George, pic taken one afternoon while I was giving him bread
The video above shows Fiona, the Shi tzu and Chibi, my Pomeranian spitz. Fiona is our neighbor’s poor dog. She, along with another shi tzu and a dog of an unknown breed (we call him Tu-tu, we later found out his name was George) were sort of ‘abandoned’ by their owner, who happens to be our neighbor and my dad’s distant relative. The owner doesn’t come home for days, leaving no food or water for his dogs.
Fiona
It all started when we began giving bread to George; it was obvious that he was very hungry with the way he just swallows the piece of bread we throw at him through the walls. After that Fiona came along with him, she was barking at us, but what the heck, we threw a piece of bread at her and she ate it. And it was like that for days, with no sign of our neighbor coming home.
One morning, we were surprised to find Fiona in our garage, under the car! She managed to slip under their gates because she was skin and bones and yeah…we still don’t know how she got in our garage, but for the next two days, she became our little furry guest.
One thing I noticed, she doesn’t want to go back home anymore. Each time we let our other dogs out, we take Fiona along, she had all the chances to go home, but she only follows us around. She stayed with us for two more days, until our neighbor asked my dad if he saw his shi tzu. I would have loved to lie at this point, knowing that Fiona would be ‘abandoned’ again if our neighbor takes her home. So he took her home, and locked her up in their garage.
This went on for a few more days before Fiona managed to get out of their garage and waited by Max’s (our Rottweiler) dog house, waiting for us to go out of the house. For about three more days she stayed with us, believe it or not, she gained weight! I would have loved to ask the owner to let us have Fiona, but he said he was going to take her to his girlfriend’s house.
I wasn’t there when our neighbor came to pick up Fiona that evening. But according to my mom, Fiona was running away from him! Even the dog doesn’t like him…if only we had animal laws that actually work here, I would have made a complaint already. But no, we live in a country where dogs are killed for their meat. Even if there’s a law against it, not all people are aware of it – it’s a reality that sucks.
So now, I just hope that Fiona is doing way better with our neighbor’s girlfriend.
Pressed for time and ingredients, I rummaged through the fridge with whatever I can use so I can fix my husband lunch before he goes to work that day – and I came up with spinach, a carrot, mayonnaise. Going through the cupboard, I got a can of tuna, sesame seeds and nori sheets. Rice was just about ready in the rice cooker. Why not kimbap?
I simply mixed about 2 tbsp of mayonnaise to the tuna (drained) and added pepper (and salt, if you prefer). Blanched the spinach, squeezed the leaves and added some soy sauce and sesame oil and stir fried the julienned carrots. For the steamed rice, I added sesame oil and sesame seeds. Yeah, I know…I forgot the eggs. But even without eggs the kimbap tasted great. I guess this is as healthy as it can get, kimbap with vegetables 🙂
Rummaging through the fridge for the last time, I found the left over pasta my husband cooked last night. I honestly don’t know what to call this pasta dish, this is pasta sautéed in garlic and onion, with oyster sauce and chili oil – I used Lee Kum Kee Chiu Chow chili oil (for that ‘kick’). This was actually another one of my ideas in the kitchen, I’ll try to post the recipe one of these days.
Really, who has the ‘time’ to put nail polish when you have a 7 month old baby boy? Everything you do, from eating (breakfast, lunch, dinner) tidying up the house, going to the bathroom…yeah, I now drink my coffee like water but it never seemed enough to perk me up in the morning. I never had a normal sleep ever since I gave birth.
But enough about that, I’m not complaining; I just want to point out that when you have a baby, you learn to do everything in a rush but with precision; and multitasking is a MUST! Like what I did here – I finally got to put on nail polish (again, in a rush) while my baby slept. I got my nails done in 20 minutes, tops. Believe me, you don’t want a wet nail polish on your nails and your baby wakes up, hehe!
I used local brands here, I only used two nail polish, Frosted White for the French tip and glitter nail polish with a pinkish shade. Uh, sorry…no base coat – in a hurry, remember?
To quickly do the French tip, I used tape. Yes, tape. I simply placed it below the white part of my nails and began putting on the frosted white nail polish. After that, when the nail polish is semi-dry, I carefully removed the tape. Then I put on the glitter nail polish. Hmm, no top coat either, but the glitter nail polish does the job of looking like my nails has a top coat, right? I’m not expecting the nail polish to last long, after all, doing housework can simply shorten the life of the nail polish. At least I have pretty nails to show off even for a short time.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth…if only we can do the same thing to those ‘animals’, (and when I say ‘animal’ I’m referring to a human being who facilitates ‘trunking’) put them in a car trunk and let them fight to the death, if they don’t, let the dogs attack them.
TRUNKING is a new trend in illegal dog fighting and is gaining popularity in Florida, USA, but who knows where else? People put two dogs in a car trunk and for 15 minutes, while the car stereo is at full blast, the driver goes on a joyride with the two dogs inside the car trunk, fighting to the death. The dog that is dead or most injured after 15 minutes is thrown away.
Sad, but true. People are doing this now. It’s such an ugly truth. Even if you’re not a dog lover, just the thought of two dogs killing each other to please their master and most of all, survival is just plain horrible, disgusting and sick! I can use every adjective in the dictionary to describe this terrible act but doesn’t make it any better.
I’ve signed an online petition to Florida’s governor to help stop this crime. I hope you do your part as well, maybe not as an animal lover but as a human being. Please click on the link below if you want to sign the petition. All that’s needed is your name and your email address.
I’ve always thought baking is a science; there should be perfect measurement of ingredients as well as exact temperature needed to bake even the most simple pastries. I guess you can call me OC when it comes to baking, I’d throw a fit if you don’t follow baking instructions to a T. Although I did not throw a fit when my mom and I baked a ‘chiffon’ cake, my patience was running dangerously low. Why? Well, this is what she said while we were making the cake batter: “That will do, put it all in now.” That’s what she said when I was measuring cups of flour, I haven’t even leveled it to an exact one cup! “Is the oven on? Put the cake pans in, now.” What?! No pre-heating the oven?
Honestly, there were a lot of things I needed to explain to my mom when it comes to baking. And she wasn’t listening. All she did was to apply her own cooking principle – always in a rush and her mantra ‘that will do.’ And it does NOT work with baking! I could only imagine if I left her alone to bake a cake, the results would be a disaster, like our chiffon cake. I bet my mom wouldn’t use the measuring spoons and do the ‘a pinch of this and that’. Argh!
And our chiffon cake? It was a definite disaster. It didn’t fully rise up, it wasn’t fluffy, and it was like rubber. Yeah, I have no idea how the cake got to a rubber like consistency but I wouldn’t be surprised because my mom has something to do with it.
So, lesson learned… I will never bake with my mom again.
There’s a 50% off on all heeled shoes at this certain online shop, as well as a ‘sale’ on my favorite scent of Bath & Body works lotion – warm vanilla sugar. Now I’m so tempted to buy something online…
Heels…I’ve always thought they were pretty…no, I always thought they always look good on any feet, partnered with a set fabulous gams. I always imagined myself wearing one, not that I haven’t worn one at all. Every woman, at least once in her life will get to wear high heels whether they like it or not. In my case, I had no choice. I had to wear a red, strapped, five inch heels for hours for just that one night – yes, it was a beauty contest and I had no choice but to wear those killer heels.
First off, I’m not used to wearing five inch heels. The ‘highest’ heels I’ve worn was 3.5 inches and I get a bit uncomfortable wearing those. So how about the five inch heels? I had to practice walking in them. That was not the problem. Learning how to walk in those high heels was a piece of cake but enduring the pressure it had on my foot was pure torture. When I finally took off the shoes, two of my toes were numb – for a week!
So now, I can only look at those pretty high heeled shoes on sale for 50% off. I can’t wear them anyway, I would prefer wearing flats, as always; and especially now that I have a 3 month old baby. Really, it’s not advisable to wear heels when you go on a trip with a baby. Plus, wearing heels can be dangerous too! It can affect your natural posture and your spine, your feet can develop pain and nerve problems and are at risk of becoming deformed by conditions such as bunions and hammer toes, and then there’s the risk of accident / injury. Even the expert ‘walkers’ can fall on their side and sprain their foot or twist their ankle…ouch!
(My first post for the first month of the year…I wonder if I can keep this up, with a baby to take care of? I’ll try my best. After all, writing is my first love.)
October 19, 2014
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