So I was thinking to, you know, write something I have deep interest and something with interesting facts. And then me dad perplexed me when he left my favorite book, Dr Bruce Fogle's New Encyclopedia of the DOG on the coffee table just the other day. I asked him and he said he was just wondering about our girl, Coco so he looked up in the encyclopedia. Yeap, dogs. You'd be pleasantly surprised with just how many breeds human came up with on dogs. They are about 420 'pure' breeds in this world and some are rare. I think Chinooks are pretty rare nowadays, I might be wrong. Anyway yeah move on to the point... today's breed is the famous spotties, Dalmatians! My uncle, whom I stayed with during secondary school years, had a Dalmatian girl, Sandy but she died of liver complication when she was just about a year. Sad, but boy, Dalmatians are sure handfuls. They are super energetic and need huge space to play and run. The most interesting fact about Dalmatians is that the puppies are born spotless until when they are about two weeks old. And also, do you know why Dalmatians are frequently associated with firefighters? You see, long long time ago when horse-drawn fire carts were used in America, they were trained to run in front of the carriages to help clear a path and quickly guide the horses and firefighters to the fires. The dogs were sometimes also used as rescue dogs to locate victims in burning structures. Dalmatians are often considered to make good watchdogs and it is believed that Dalmatians may have been useful to fire brigades as guard dogs to protect a firehouse and its equipment. Fire engines used to be drawn by fast and powerful horses, a tempting target for thieves, so Dalmatians were kept in the firehouse as deterrence to theft. The horses have long since gone, but the Dalmatians, by tradition, stayed. These excellent dogs were bred to work so you might have thought they are working dogs , they are classified as a companion dog nowadays. A fact that made me go 'HAHHH?' big time. Oh by the way, dogs are grouped into several groups: Primitive, Sight Hounds, Spitz-type, Scent Hounds, Gundogs, Terriers, Livestock & Guarding, Companion and Random Bred (Hybrid. Most common, cockerpoo and Labradoodle). The 'standard' Dalmatians we see are white and black, but they do come in white and reddish brown, or liver as the dog people would call. Health-wise, they are prone to deafness and they are the only breed that can suffer from urate stones. So yeah I hope this is interesting. I decided to write the next breed by randomly open the encyclopedia: Griffon Fauve de Bretagne. Sounds so posh.
So I've just installed the metric conversion thingamajiq on White Boy the other day to make my baking adventure easier and today feeling pretty curious, I goggled up best games for iPhone and I got this: http://www.pocketgamer.co.uk/r/iPhone/Passion+iPhone+app+measures+sexual+prowess/news.asp?c=14681
Yeap, you read it right. iPhone can evaluate your behind-the-door activities. I don't think I'm gonna get that app though I wanna add that I might know someone who'll be interested in getting it. Heh.
With too muchample free time in my hand while deciding what to do next, I juggle with baking pies, watching Arashi shows (I must say they are absolutely hilarious and I fell in love with the leader, Ohno Satoshi) and reflecting upon this and that. But I'm gonna start off with a lighter note. I've been occupying myself with baking pies. First pie made was caramel apple pie which was a bust for I fucked the caramel up that it just caked up at the top of my pie while the bottom crust was soggy. The caramel looked like a dump of shit but it still tasted good, if not, a tad too sweet (cos the first thing you bite was the caramel lol). Recipe found at www.foodwishes.blogspot.com. Second pie, pineapple pie, however was a major hit. The crust was perfect while the filling was fantastic and the best part is that I only used 1/4 cup of sugar instead of 3/4 cup. Thanks to mom who bought these absolutely amazing pineapples. I don't know what kind of pineapple but they've got reddish skin and the aroma was oh-la-la. They were so good that I finished half of the extra pineapple (leading to an itchy tongue and a stomach too acidic). Recipe found at allrecipes.com. The multi-purpose pate brisee recipe was found at joyofbaking.com. Easier that you think even if you don't have a food processor. Opt out salt when you use salted butter. Next challenge will be french meat pie, sans beef cos my family doesn't eat beef. I'm unsure if I should replace it with chicken... Anyway, enough of pies. So I was thinking about this and that yeah, I came too realised how fast I cut people off my life. I chopped their legs off when I noticed signs of troubles. I didn't wanna risk being hurt first. And then a friend came and showed that he functions another way. He leaves the door ajar for his people to get in touch safely. My people are legless and probably have bled to death already that they can't come back even if they wanna. Hmm... it's something I must take note. And despite all his funkiness, he, indeed, is someone whom you can learn aplenty from and he has saved my ass too. For that, I'm eternally grateful. Cheerio.
Monday saw the Chang girls (includes the furry one) having a soak or two at the beach 5 minutes drive away from the house. Coco had her first swim but the waves were too strong for her that they freaked the hair outta her while the water's too salty that it stung my eyes real bad. A clip to show off Coco and to show you peeps how freak out she was. Note her death-cling when she reaches me. And oh I have to add that somewhere out there and near is burning something again that it's hazy and also the beach is surprisingly clean. Cleaner than Sentosa I might wanna add.
It's been nearly a week since she's home and she hasn't finished unpacking her stuff. Talking about her stuff, it took her SGD20 to save time and energy at the Malaysian Customs. Not that she had anything to declare but it's just too much hassle for them to go through her stuff to see if she smuggle Osama bin Laden in. Before unpacking, she need to clear the old stuff and boy she sure found a lot of crap. She even found a letter to herself to open on her 26th birthday. There were 10 to-do things and guess what, she did 9 of those. W00tage. The last one was to own a Cherokee. Hmm. A surgery set that she used to dissect vivisect mice, frogs and the la-la-la was found tucked away in a box with a bundle of self-made greeting cards. Forgot how creative she was back then. School yearbooks are well-kept, so is her school uniform. Brought back so much memories. :) It's good to be home but she just feels she needs to get out to explore.
So Rae's back to her homeground and for how long she isn't sure. It's so weird to be back truth be told. A pace too laid back. Weather's too hot for her. Entertainment is scarce and everything else a tad too far to reach. Veoh's banned while some clips aren't available on YouTube. Even the air is heavy. Believe me, it is (as hot air is heavy? Does that apply? I can't exactly remember what the science teacher had said). Running a 2.5km yesterday and a 3km today was a bit of a, erm... quote Rach, serious business for the lungs. Bleh. She should stop complaining and look at the bright side instead. She's missing a lot of things and a couple of homo sapiens back in Singapore. One homo sapiens in particular. The one that makes her feel nothing else matters when he's around and brings her ache when he isn't. She had to agree with him when he said it felt like it's not gonna be over. Someone spiritual commented it was a past life residue. *Ponders*
Note - Third person singular phase is back.
ps- There's a sweet young golden retriever girl at her neighbourhood. *melts*
Keri Hilson's Knock You Down is a tad too 'fly' in usage of words but they took the words outta my mouth. ::edit:: I somewhat mentioned that what was going on. Yes, I finally had the closure though it didn't feel like one. But things were moving so fast and people were always surrounding me that I didn't have the time to think or reflect of the closure except just feeling somewhat glad/sad it was done. I finally did today. I stopped for a while and cried. No doubt, it hurts so much. He was right. Talk/closure like this isn't enough. It takes time and will power. Only he knows how he truly feels. Only I know how I truly feel. He asked what was real and what wasn't. I didn't really know how to answer back then. But he were half-right, I won't know what's real. But I still think otherwise and this is my side of the story. You just know it when things are real. It isn't something that humans can understand or answer. You just let the real be real. The more questions asked, the further answers are gonna be away from you. Who knows we might only know the 'real' on our judgment day. Now the 'matter' and my mental health is the keypoint. It came to me that things have been left lingered too long that God probably made us reconnect again to decide. It must be something because the first person I thought of when shit unfolded was him. It's either we break or we make it. As far as I know, we chose to break it. So, the decisions are always at our hands. Nothing is real unless we make it real. So he was half-wrong, I know what's real. Time to say goodbye is getting near so it's gonna be another wasted love story of a broken hearted. But never a matter, one day that guy will come to me. He could be someone from the past and he could be someone totally new but he'll be that guy who thinks the sun rises and sets with me. Heck, he'll be the guy who thinks the sun shines out my ass. That guy who will just shut up and just love me. I'm just gonna wait for him to find his way to me while I sort my other aspects of life out, so until then. :)
Now if you google Rae up, the first thing that pops up is Research Assessment Exercise. Next is a sensory tech company named Rae Systems. I came after Revolution After Evolution, Real Academia Espanola and a restaurant in good old Philly. Interesting. Things that happened for the past two months propelled me into a voyage of extreme emotions. I questioned my very own existence more than ever in my entire life. I pondered the meaning of defeat and loss. I felt pain, but hey pain is not a bad thing. It means I'm alive. I've always worried that I'll be alone but you know, I worried too much. I'll never be alone. Someone will always be there for me. The two months proved to me a lot of things. I'm quite a handful to handle therefore those who could handle, they stayed. Some cared but they stayed away for they couldn't handle what's on my plate. Also I finally did what was needed to be done. I laughed at how I did it when I think about it. Things were said weirdly but I said it. No regret #3 on the shelf for me. Yesterday, the old optimistic Rae reappeared and I sure missed her a lot. It's tough out there but I think I'll make it somehow. What was lost will find its way back to me. :) Puppy love! I know I should adopt a golden but deep down in my heart I desire a champion line.
Yesterday was a historic day that I'm not sure I want to remember. It was a day the old me died and a new me was born, sort of. It's high time for me to 'sort' stuff out and figure out what I'm destined for. However, that's another story to talk about later. Anyway, last a couple of weeks saw me hanging out a lot with drama queen diva, P. Having labeled her that, she can never never ever find out the existance of this blog, or this post at the very least. Heh. Lunches, dinners, bitching sessions, partying and such. Post-mortem: Last Wednesday saw us party like rocksluts at dbl o. One thing I noticed that I no longer display bitchy I'm-fucken-more-superior-than-thou attitude, an attitude that might trigger bitchfights at clubs. Anyway, it was indeed a ladies' night. It's been a while since I partied like that. Although I must add that there were two casualties that night; me having to fall TWICE, first I was pushed and hurt my right knee and secondly was a collateral damage, a result from an over dirty-dancing couple. The second casualty was a post-party, P sprained her ankle on the way to get a cab. Sigh. Wanted to do a nice collage of the photos we took but laziness and hangover reign so I'm just gonna post random ones here.On a serious note, my life. Yeah. I walked with my head up too high so I stumbled and fell real hard. God brought me back earthbound. Tolkien once said not all wanderers are lost. Wonder if I were. Sometimes I think I was, sometimes I think I wasn't. Hmm, guess I am lost. I should think about what sort of life I should live. P has pounded 'you only live once' hard into my messed up head that I'm thinking twice about things I really REALLY want. Well, I haven't really figure out the specifics but I sure know what I DON'T want. I don't wanna be the girl who lives a life with regret or the girl who bitches about others to make herself better. The latter is so pedestrian. I don't wanna be the girl who ostracize you unless you hurt me or anyone I know. I remember giving a close friend a fucken piece of attitude when I found he blatantly bitched about his gf's bed skills and she happened to be one of my close friends too. I don't wanna be the girl who plays her game dirty. And I certainly don't wanna be the girl whose life so precious gets wasted by herself or on unworthy people. So ok, just a bit of really nice words about myself... I think I deserve them. I was told I have a good and pure heart and I don't harbour any bad intentions towards anyone, even foes. I am the girl who will think twice (or maybe thrice) about hurting/screwing up a person. Who knows that person might have other issues and shit. I don't wanna be another shit for that person. Who knows one day that person just can't take all the shit anymore and just off himself. Remember that, no matter who you are. I was told I was different from the rest of the girls and I could live a simple life I had to. In fact you'd be very surprised to see how I live now. So yeah. Lastly, just another picture to lighten the mood up.Cut myself while searching for something. It just won't stop bleeding. The pale yellow goo was Burnol. It's yucky isn't it? LOL
My uncle, whom I stayed with during secondary school years, had a Dalmatian girl, Sandy but she died of liver complication when she was just about a year. Sad, but boy, Dalmatians are sure handfuls. They are super energetic and need huge space to play and run.
