welcome!

A (not so) tiny tot was born today to proud parents MOBF and MOBFH. My congratulations with an abundance of love.

Baby CH, Aunty Chocpot thinks you’re super adorable. Kisses!

a jog down memory lane

I had a great dinner last Wednesday and we had a chat about our childhood. It reminded me of great many things which took place when I was little, and not so little; like:

how I was amazed with hot air balloons and contemplated jumping off from our balcony with an open umbrella. I was about 4; or

how my brother always managed to trick me into thinking that he genuinely wanted me to do the fun things he was in the midst of, but of course, he would have already thought of ways to trick me and ultimately bully me; or

how I got in the lift alone when I was 5, too short and too busy bawling to press the floor button or to do anything clever (but I was rescued by a room service guy); or

how I loved and looked forward to the Lego sessions I get to do whenever Mom does her shopping; or

how I got a cut on my thigh climbing a school fence cutting school with my then best friend with her brother. I was 8. I still have the scar until now; or

how initially I could only ride the bicycle without trainer wheels on surfaces with grass and if I moved onto somewhat smooth surface I would immediately lose my balance; or

how I enjoyed camping in our lawn until my brother decides to 'accidentally' snip the tip of my cat's ear and the literally bleeding cat came running into the tent. Of course I screamed in horror. Mom thought he cut my ear; or

how I passed out falling right into a drain from an open ole-skool window unable to contain my excitement of seeing my first non-zoo monkey;

I now see my nephew and he is every bit as naughty as his dad. I thank God he doesn't have a little sister :)

Back to that dinner. I learnt that a certain someone's face was on fire while on a drinking binge... muwahahaaaa.. I hurt my cheeks laughing!

facebook

I registered with facebook so that I can throw sheep at my friends. Then the interest moved to having my garden, my aquarium, my tattoo, my pet, scrabulous, so on and so forth.

I had a fluff(y) pet panda (yes, pandas aren't fluffy I know) and a pet pig. With the pet panda, I could feed it, pet it, and race it with my friends' pets. With the pet pig, I could feed it apple pie or glazed donut and my friends can abuse it; e.g. if they choose to roast my pet then a picture of her as roast pig will appear. If the pet is abused, its health will deteriorate and you will have to feed it. Everyday you're given some amount of credits and each act will cost you one credit. It's fun, because you get to feed it, and get to harrass your friends' pets as well.

So I erased my pet panda as I wanted to 'concentrate' on my pig. I'm weird like that, deal with it :p

A friend recently registered with facebook and equally recent adopted a pet; the latter I didn't know about. When I decided to login post-work one day, there was no picture of my pinky pet pig.

I refreshed the page. It said RIP. A shark killed her.

A shark killed her?

A shark killed her!!

There she was, a framed picture, next to her tombstone. I can no longer feed her apple pie or glazed donuts. Sobs.

And then I realised who killed my pig.

Why did you have to kill her? And kill other people's pets? Can't you just use your credit to feed your own pet? The fun lies with abusing each other's pet, not killing them. Pet murderer! You're a monster!

I've been asked to adopt a new pet so that we can gang up and kill the shark. Go ahead guys, I'm in mourning.