Fox and Sauces

I got a friend who recently broke up with her guy who was having an affair with a fox.
My friend suspected something amiss, caught them redhanded, fox denied, guy did not want to end the affair, hence, the break-up.

I received that distress call at 6am on a Saturday.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships, there are those that bring you surprises and sorrows, those that bring up lots of question, those that lead you back to square one. But the most difficult relationship is the one you have with yourself. Seriously, how well do you know yourself?

Anyway, why do guys cheat?

L once told me, guys prefer their main course accompanied with other sauces in order to make the meal a complete and perfect platter, at times. [A point there though]
I, personally prefer to have my meal tasted in the most original way, no need for sauces or whatever.
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However, if that meal is dry and tasteless, why not the ketchup?!

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Layers of kindness

I usually head right to the seats at the back row when I get onto a bus. My rationale on my behaviour is that, I think it is more logical to allow the front seats to be occupied by the seniors, disabled and the ones with huge bellys. Another side of my brain argued, my behaviour was a mere deception to all. I chose to sit at the back row because I stand a 1% chance to give my seat up as these seniors wont really make the effort to walk all the way to the back row.

I wonder, am I the only one with the same thinking or which thought actually comes first?

Anyway, I was sitting very comfortably in the LRT yesterday, day-dreaming about something which I could not recall, a lady with a huge belly suddenly stood in front of me. She was expecting me to instantly get up, but it took me a few seconds more as I was day-dreaming. This lady pushed her belly nearer to me, leaving an inch gap from my face as a hint.

I gave my seat up for her, of course.

I wonder, do these 'privileged' people expect to get what they want, at times?
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Btw, she did not take my seat as she found another seat nearer to the door.

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My weekend

I seldom have the urge to watch movies in cinemas, unless its something superb like Harry Potter or Transformers which, accompanied by good sound effects, makes the movie more excellent.

Just last week, I watched 2 movies in GSC. After School and Drag me to hell, movies I wont really bother to watch in the first place. Due to their hard-core persistence and my longing to lay in a super cold auditorium, I gave in. Both movies turned out to having good twists in the end [me like].

Btw, in order to avoid crossing my limited entertainment budget, I think it is wiser for me to ask this around: Anyone, popping by Indonesia, who can help me purchase cheap DVDs - Departures, Slumdog Millionaire and Yip Man?

I managed to join the foodie bloggers outing round two this weekend, which we were chaffeured to somewhere at Batu Caves, shuffing fantastic wok hei huge prawn noodles and tender, succulent pork into our stomachs.

This post here, doesnt seem to have a somewhat conclusion or any discussion point. Hence, the title.

ZQ: Dejavu title?

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Busy-Body

Uh Oh, I think I'm in trouble.

I was playing around with blog templates and I have no idea what I clicked and it turned out like this.

Sigh. Any 2 cents to offer on this? Or should I change my blog again?

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Walking lesson

Ever since Sumathi brought us to Desa Parkcity for a relaxing stroll during the weekend, I had this resolve to bring Jojo out for a walk at the park too one day.

She's approximately 8 months old, and she has been forever cooped up in the apartment or her playpen. I was also told by Ellyn, when she met a poodle the other day, instead of making friends with the poodle, she growled and backed away from it. I think Jojo has difficulties in recognizing her own species, she probably thinks we, humans are her own species.

So, I started off yesterday by tying a leash to her neck and train her to walk in the enclosed living room. She and I struggled to walk as she couldn't stop biting that leash. We couldn't walk properly for a few minutes.

I could feel the tension building up gradually in me, until I exclaimed "stupid girl". Jojo gave me a shocked expression and started walking properly with a leash tied to her neck.

It took her 5 minutes to start walking properly for a few seconds only until she went again, biting the leash.

I concluded our 5-minute first lesson and resumed in my nerve-calming therapy - Grey's Anatomy.

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