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Sometime ago, I told you guys that my mom and I went down to Ikea to get ourselves new pillows and blanket, and I managed to snap some pretty pictures there to inspire myself on how to decorate my room (should I get my room one day).

Pretty and Simple Bedroom

Blue-white stripped bedroom! So pretty!

Baby's cot at one end...
soft and warm bed.
classy and elegant red-black bedroom

A bit blurred.
Love this simple and elegant mantlepiece!
My mom said this would look nice on our wall, but I pointed out there was no place for it.

Dream Kitchen.
So nice!

I like these straws!
Bright and cheerful kitchen!
The otherside of the yellow kitchen!

Classy! I like it!

Glass tables, not my favorite.

More sofas!
Living room

Living room! So pretty!

Highlights of the day! The super cute carrots in pajamas! :D

The Dog Without A Name

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One of  my older stories when I tried to make it into a novel but failed. It is incomplete as usual, which made me decide to post it here instead of letting it rot in my hard disc! :) Hope that you guys will like it! :)

 1. The Dog Without a Name
It was said that the weather often reflected one’s mood, and that was quite true, to a certain extent. For one, Rover was feeling rather edgy these few days, as though something was not quite right but he couldn’t quite put his paw to it. For another, the weather had been gloomy and the metal-grey sky had been crying buckets of tears every day for almost a week. Rover rested his head on his paws and sulked. He didn’t like the rain, not one bit. He wanted the sun to shine so that he could go out and play again.

Outside, the rain pounded down heavily, hitting the window panes like handful of gravel. Rover growled at the rain and lay his furry head down in defeat. At that moment, the living room door creaked open and James walked in.

Rover jumped up in joy at the sight of the little boy. He adored the boy ever since he was born, and that, Rover must admit, was not too long ago. Rover bounded over to James and wagged his tail hard, unable to express his elation at the sight of the little master. Barking happily, Rover licked James’ hand. James patted Rover’s soft head and smiled.

“Come, let’s go for a walk,” James said quietly to Rover.

Rover perked up his ears in surprise. Walk? In the rain? How could that be? Rover let out a little yelp of confusion.

“It’s okay, I will put you in a box and carry you, and I will wear a rain coat so we both won’t get wet,” James seem to read Rover’s mind.

Rover panted happily, excited at the thought of going out after staying indoors for eons. He gazed at the little boy adoringly. What a nice master, he thought, and what a lucky dog I am. He beamed to himself in a self-congratulatory manner. But why is James looking so sad? Did his parents quarrel again? Rover wondered to himself. James was usually a bright and cheerful person, and today…he just seemed so subdued and sad.

As James buckled his raincoat, Rover climbed into the cardboard box that James prepared for him. In the next minute, they were out of the house and out into the open air.

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Outside, a steady rain was still falling. The air was moist and damp and smelt like grass. The wind howled every so often, making Rover cringe and hide deeper into the cardboard box. Soon, they reached an empty bus-stop. James set the cardboard box down on the dry ground, pulled down his hood and sat down on the seat with a heavy sigh. Rover whined in concern.

James kept his head down and did not look up. Rover waited anxiously for something to happen.

After infinite moments, James finally looked up. Rover yelped in surprise and worry to see James’ tear-streaked face.

“Rover, I am so sorry. I am so very sorry. I didn’t want to do this, but I had to,” James cried, his words muffled and heavy.

Rover barked. What is he sorry about? Rover wondered. He is such a great master.

“I didn’t bring you out for a walk, Rover. I brought you out to leave you here,” James sobbed and looked at Rover with swimming eyes. “My dad says that my new mom hates dogs and I have to give you away, or he will throw me out of the house.”

Rover yelped in surprise and confusion. Give him away? Where would he go?

“I don’t know what to do, Rover, and I am going to leave you here…and I hope that someone nice will bring you home,” James said.

He stared at Rover for the last time, got up, and left.

He did not look back, not even when Rover started howling with pain that anyone who could hear could feel; and not even when rain came down in a curtain of despair.

That day, that stormy day, the dog lost his name.

My Mom

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I have always thought that my mom was a very strange and funny individual. Sometimes I tell her jokes and she stones at me and does not get it at all, and sometimes I say something exceedingly lame and she can laugh for a straight five minutes without stopping.

The lame jokes went something like that:

"One day, a man went to visit the dentist. He told the dentist that a particular tooth of his had hurt him for quite a while and hence wanted it to be removed. Opening his mouth, he pointed at the aching tooth to show the dentist. The dentist nodded and applied anesthetic on the man's gum. For the next fifteen minutes, the man heard a lot of crunching sound in his mouth and wondered if that tooth was really that huge. When the sounds finally ended, the man got up to check himself in a small mirror..."

"And then?" my mom asked with bated breath.

"And then he realized with horror that he had no teeth left at all! The dentist removed everything!"

"He had no teeth left?!?!" My mom asked with a note of great surprise.

"Yep! He became a bo-geh!! His mouth was like shrunken and he looked like a granny."

My mom then took one look at me and collapsed into peels of laughter. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed so hard that tears were running down her face while I stood there completely bewildered- was my joke that funny? While laughing, she may stop a second or two to catch her breath, and then collapse into another fit of gasping laughter.

"What was so funny?" I asked, amused.

"I imagined that happening to you," she panted, the sides of her mouth lifting, "and that was so funny! Ha ha ha ha!"

My mom got another strange and annoying habit of talking to people when they are in the toilet, especially when they are bathing. And by they, I actually refer to me, myself. When you are in the toilet under the shower, washing the shampoo out of your hair, you will hear incoherent mumbling from outside the toilet door, and that is my mom trying to tell me something. I have told her countless times not to do that because it is so irritating for I cannot hear her against the roar of running water and the barrier of the toilet door, she just refuses to pay any heed.

Sometimes she would mumble so much that I would yell, "WHAT?" to her in annoyance, and I would suffer when all the soap and shampoo enter my mouth. Other times, being the impatient little woman my mom is, she would hammer on the bathroom door until I turn off the tap, unlock the door, just to hear her complain that I didn't turn off the lights when I use the toilet.

I mean, all these things could wait till I get out of the toilet right? Why do you have to tell me that now? It is just s bad habit of my mom and she has been doing this all these years.

I remember once, when I was showering, she started mumbling outside my door again and I tried to ignore her, thinking that she would go away if she knows that I can't hear anything.

But I was wrong.

She tried to speak in increasing volume outside my toilet door and when that didn't get her any response from me, she tried to crash the toilet door down. So in the end I had no choice but to turn off the shower, shiver and open the door for her to say whatever she wanted, and then shiver my way back into shower.

My mom is also an extremely untidy and lazy fellow who detests cleaning of any kind and would rather have the house rot in filth then to lift a finger to clean it. Maybe that is an exaggeration, but it won't be funny unless I exaggerate right?

For one, she loves reading the newspaper. Once she starts reading the newspaper, she cannot stop. It is like she is living in her own world of newspaper. And the most annoying habit of hers when reading the newspaper is that she has to keep talking and talking about the contents of the paper while she is reading it. It is very distracting for me especially before the exams because my mom expects me to reply her while she narrates the events of the day.

It would go something like this:

Mom: HAHA THIS GUY IS 120kg!!!!
Me: *makes a non-identifiable sound to show that I have heard*
Mom:  Can you believe it? I hope you don't become 120kg someday!
Me: Mmmmmmhpppppp.....
Mom: Did you hear me? You better not be so overweight. You should start jogging soon.
Me: *grunts*
Mom: Omy Obama won the election!
Me: *grunts grunts grunts*
Mom: Did you hear me? He won hahahahahah!
Me: What does it matter to you? Whether it is Obama or not doesn't make a difference to you right?
Mom: How can you be so indifferent? And you are so mean! Always don't reply me de.
Me: You too mom, you too.

The bad thing about my mom and newspaper is that you can find newspaper that are a month old next to her bed and she refuses to let anyone throw them away when she doesn't do it herself. Her bedside is strewn with newspapers and clippings (usually health-related) and whenever she gets a new paper, she will just add it to the growing pile.

Sometimes I really have to put my foot down and dump her whole stash of yellowing newspapers, and she would be crying shrilly after me, "DON'T THROW THE TOP ONE! I JUST BOUGHT THAT THIS MORNING!!!"

*end of part 1*
*part 2 pending*

I don't even know how to start.

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There are a lot of things that I want to share with you guys today, and I am feeling a variety of emotions now and even I myself don't know why. Maybe too many things happened all at once and I try too hard to think about all of them at one go, so now I am so terribly confused and baffled.

The Happy Things
Many delightful things happened to me today and I am really glad that they did. Firstly, I received my Kinopi Sleeves Jacket from the contest I participated in some time ago and I am really really glad that I have won myself a beautiful jacket. I would be doing a post on the jacket as well as Kinopi Sleeves once I have taken the necessary photos, kay? I am starting to fall in love with Kinopi Sleeves because their jackets are really so creative and beautiful!

Another few happy things that happened to me today was that I won Pu Niao's Christmas Giveaway! It is such a happy thing to win a giveaway I think! :D I felt so happy when Pu Niao informed me that I had won on Facebook. I also won Pearlywerkz's Sponsored Giveaway which made me doubly happy. And then I receive an email from my lovely facial masks sponsors that they have yet another set of Facial masks coming for me to review which made me so darn happy because I have been running out of Facial Masks so badly that I had to buy them (I bought My beauty Diary because it is having an offer!).

Some more happy things would be that me and Mom popped down to Ikea to get new blanket and a new pillow for me because I keep having mosquito/bedbug bites and mum is worried that those might come from my pillow and blanket which I have been using quite a while. As I am not someone who likes to use new things, I hate to throw away my old blanket and pillow even if they might be bug-infested (hey, I bath EVERYDAY!) because I love the smell of them. I think they smell like me, haha!

By the way, Ikea Swedish meatballs aren't as nice as everyone has been claiming them to be. They are quite your average little meatballs, covered in poo-coloured gravy that does not look appetizing at all. Me and mom had this platter of meatballs and we were like, "This is not all that fantastic huh~" because everyone who ate them had been narrating long, delicious tales of how Ikea Meatballs are the most delicious meatballs one can simply find on planet earth. I thought they were really quite normal tasting and if not for the fact that I was starving, I doubt I would even want to eat them. Sorry guys, I have some weird taste buds I guess? The grilled chicken wings are pretty cool though.

The Not So Happy Things
Everyone around me has been going on non stop about how fat I am, how ridiculously huge my legs are and all, and thank you all very much for your concern, and I mean it in a sincere, non sarcastic way. I know you are telling me at the risk of me taking a swipe at your faces, in hope that I would heed your advice (against all the odds of delicious food) and loose a few pounds. However, I think I would really appreciate it if you can be more sensitive in your advice giving and say it in a more gentle way instead of using a disparaging tone and a manner that make me feel like you are cramming your opinions down my throat. No, I am not angry, maybe just that little wounded and stuff, but I do try to keep in mind that you all are saying this for my own sake that I won't look like Madam Maxime when I attend JC next year. I have heard plenty of tales of how the boys can be quite insensitive there and I don't dare (and don't want to) believe it. *cups ears in despair*

Sometimes, just sometimes I will think about all my relatives constant nagging on how fat I am getting and feel really really sad and desperate. What if I really end up being 120kg? What if I got so fat that I can't fit into the lift? I am that imaginative and scared. Fear seems like a really powerful thing; it magnifies itself and manifests itself in the most terrifying manners that one can ever imagine.

I think the most hurting comments that I have heard so far are from my aunt and cousin who have the sensitive of a very blunt pencil, and their words are so...cutting.

They told me that any fatter I get, I would end up being unmarried and unwanted and well, if that is not all, I won't be able to get a job and stuff. I know my aunt is worried about me because she was once 78kg and shunned by the world and dumped at every first blind date, and now that she has slimmed down to 55kg, she won't want the same thing to happen to me or my cousin. But the way they say it...it just sound so terrible that I feel myself turning into vapor from the heat going into my face then.

I have slimmed myself down by 2kg so far, because I always slim down when I go China since I tend to sleep more and eat less, and from tomorrow onwards, I have to go jog at least once a day. I am really doubtful if jogging would actually work at all, but Kevin (my primary school friend) slimmed down that way and well, seeing a real life example, I might as well trust him than those phoney weight management centers. To tell you guys the truth, I don't have confidence that I would actually be able to maintain this kind of exercise/jogging sort of thing because I don't have the perseverance that slim people have. But then I am still going to try it and see how it ends. I have nothing to lose anyway.

Speaking of which, my dream weight is really 48kg because that is like the perfect number? 8 is twice of 4, well yeah, and that number just clicks with my brain. My brain likes it, but my tummy detests it. Well too bad, I am not going to live my life with fingers pointing at me saying that I am Hagrid or Madam Maxime so I have to do something, don't I?

The Grateful Things
Several days ago, while I was walking through Watsons and Guardian to look for some face masks to buy, I realized suddenly why I was having such a difficult time taking my pick. You see, I was born to be quite money minded and I always do consider the price of the item before buying it. All the facial masks are actually quite expensive, like the Snail Mucin Masks that I introduced to you guys? Each box costs around S9 for 5 pieces? And then My Scheming Facial masks cost around $15 for each box of ten. My Beauty Diary Masks are around that same price and I was just like standing there for a really long time and trying to calculate in my head like, "Hmmm, so each masks is like how much?" before buying My Beauty Diary Limited Edition (check out post here).

And then I turned around and there was this wide array of T-Zone items that I really really want to have (ARHHH!) and I noticed that the Exfoliating Daily Wash that I was given to review not long ago cost like $9 dollars per bottle? And to think that Nezon Marketing was kind enough to sponsor me 2 bottles! I was really touched at the moment, thinking about all my awesome sponsors who made my skin care routine perfect with their lovely items. 

So I would like to take this chance to thank all my lovely sponsors from Secretive, Skin and Lab, Lady Jayne, Nezon Marketing, Mentholatum and everyone else that I might have forgotten to mention. Thank you all so much for the chances you have given me as well as the trust in me to promote your products! You guys rock!

On a less serious note, I got a new brother. Um, non blood related. By the name of Philmann the Language Pro.
*claps him on the back*

Now that you are my brother, you are responsible for my next year and next next year's GP!!!! :D


FANCL Pop A Surprise Gift Redemption

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Some time ago I went down to Ion Orchard and collected my gift from FANCL from their Pop a surprise game on Facebook held some time ago. Like always, I was super reluctant to enter their snow-white and gleaming store and shuffled in after lingering outside for a long time.
Pretty Fancl bag!
With a sticker even.
To my surprise the FANCL attendants were really really pleasant and one of them attended to me immediately and went off to get my stuff after verifying my NRIC on her iPad. She even went through with me briefly on how to use their Mild Cleansing Oil: pump 2 pumps onto your hand, wipe it on your face without using water or cotton pad, then rinse off everything when you are done. I was surprised to hear that you can't use cotton pad, like won't it make your hands like super oily?

FANCL Limited Edition Heart design Mild Cleansing Oil 120ml.
The design is so pretty and I am really thankful to the nice attendants for their service. They made gift redemption so much less awkward with their smiles and services.

Check out FANCL Facebook Page here and become a fan to know what promotions and giveaways there are!

That's all for now, keep reading! :)

Christmas Eve~~!

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A few days ago my mom and I popped down to Orchard Road to have some fun!
We visited Chocspot at Lucky Plaza and bought 2 packets of Truffles for $12 dollars, but we didn't put them into the fridge in time and when I opened them, they were just 2 packets of muddy molten chocolate. T.T

Chocspot having Christmas Sale!
Yum Yum!

At the counter! Sneakshot attack! :)

5 Toblerones for $10!
More Toblerones!
Orchard's Christmas decoration was beautiful! Love this Christmas tree! It has been my wish to have a Christmas tree at home since I was a kid, but my mom didn't want to because she doesn't like to do extra work to decorate. However, when I become a adult, the first I shall do is to buy myself a Christmas tree! :D

Giorgio Armani! <3
I thought it looked like a giant puffskein.
Dior and Louise Vuitton~~! 
Christmas Tree at West Mall Shopping Centre! <3

Santa wants a hug~~ aww...
I love Christmas~~! Today me and mom went to Jurong Point for lunch at Lai Lai Beef and then we went shopping after that which was quite fun.

I managed to get mom to buy me Jelly Beans from The Cocoa Trees. I chose 4 flavours which were Vanilla, Apple & Lime, Cappuccino and Strawberry Cheesecake.

The white one is Vanilla, brown Cappuccino, Green is Lime and Apple, Pink Strawberry Cheesecake!
Tried to squeeze as many of them into a small jar as I can! Can't fit many though :/
 My second Christmas Present, shared with mommy! She bought us both a little treat for our skin! My Beauty Diary facial Masks! Initially I really wanted to buy My Scheming Facial Masks because I heard that My Scheming is a very very good brand and their masks are fantastic, but then My Beauty Diary was having a special package where one can buy 12 DIFFERENT masks + 1 EYE MASK for just $14.90! So cool right? My mom and I were sorely tempted and eventually gave in to temptation!

My Beauty Diary 12+1 assortment of Facial Masks! (from Guardian, Watsons sells at $16.90 for some weird reason)

WHEEE! Love the packaging don't you?
For my panda eyes. O_O
Um a very unique shape! :D
Ending off with a picture of my cousin and me! :)