My Furry Friend

This friend is simply amazing. Probably because most of our interactions are somehow one-way..? So lessens any possible conflict by a lot. 😉

He always listens to me. …Or at least he pretends to.
He sleeps in the same room as me every night.
He waits at the door for me to come home.
He poops & pees all over the house if he’s angry.
And he bullies my mother like nobody’s business.

Well, technically… It is no one’s business. 😛

My furry friend is my dog!

My dog’s breed is Pomeranian. And aptly named, this little bundle of trouble is really like a pom-pom.

This is how Pomeranian puppies look like. Crazy cute, please! *squeeeezes!!*

However, sadly for me… I never got to see him at that stage. 😦

I got him only about 1.5 years back? And he was already 9 years old.
That makes him… 9 x 7 = 63 years old!

Someone give this fella the purple senior citizen’s card!

But because he is just so small & really adorable!! When he got to my house, we just kept on calling him, “Baby!”

So much so, he responds to it now. 🙂 And he is super pampered.

Ask my boyfriend, he cannot stand how much we pamper that little pooch. So much so, sometimes my pooch forgets that he is a pooch. -.-

Speaking of boyfriend, he doesn’t like me to call him “Baby”. With the simple & very logical reason that it seems like I’m calling him my dog. ;P

Anyhow, it has been literally eons since my Baby last went for his last grooming session.

So he has been walking around the house like a ball of fur.

I was really lucky to manage to get a slot today! So last minute. I love this groomer’s because she is totally good with animals, she charges reasonably & she basically does a good job!

What more can you ask for?

This was how my Baby looked like before heading to the groomer’s.

His fur all messed up & unruly!

While waiting for his 3-hour grooming session, I went on a solo-shopping trip! I was supposed to go with my Mommy, but she was taking a really long afternoon nap… 
But guess who I bumped into? 
My cousin, Kath!! O.O 
Our faces were classic when we saw each other. And she (literally) pulled me over to see her mother. 
So I had company through my shopping trip! Happy, happy! 
I mean, it beats walking around & having to rely entirely on your own discretion on buying things. Sometimes 2nd opinions can really help! 
Ever noticed sometimes when a girl is looking at something, she seems to be staring at it for a really long time? Thats because we are trying to get 2nd opinions, from our 1st opinions (ourselves). 
Which is really tricky!! I assure you. 
So it was good I had other people to give me their two cents worth. 
Before I knew it, Mommy alerted me that she was at the groomer’s already & Baby was ready for collection. 
Now my Baby, from a pom pom… Now pretty much looks like a bear. 
My dog after his drastic haircut. 
And this is a bear cub. 
Okay, well… I see the resemblance. 
And I know some people told me, “He’s a Pomeranian, so you have to let him look like a pom-pom!” 
I feel like slapping these people sometimes. 
What kind of logic is that? 
So since you are supposed to be Chinese, stop dying your hair to some other non-Chinese colour & look like a Chinese then! 
My poor pooch wakes up to sleep on the cold marble floor every night, simply because of his thick fur. No way, no how am I going to let my furry friend continue this just because a bunch of smart baboons told me that he has to look like a pom-pom. 
I don’t think I’ll be needing a pom-pom anytime soon anyhow. 😉 

So this is my new blog!

Hello, new blog. I am your current author, Geraldine. I look forward to blogging on you… in you…? With you..??

Bah. Forget it.

Anyhow, I’ve moved here from! Now, why did I choose to move?

Okay, honestly… I was thinking of moving a long time ago. However, I procrastinated for about 2 million eons before I finally got a butt down to it.

Why did I suddenly get my butt down to it?
Well, lets just say… Someone I care about saw some things that shouldn’t be seen on the previous blog, then I realised the urgency of moving.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think that just by merely changing a blog, I’ll change history.
No, I understand that history is practically written in stone. But sometimes its just not nice to know that it is still lurking around somewhere. And for all that this person has done for me to make me happy, I won’t do anything to make this person unhappy.

Well… Not deliberately anyhow. 😉

So let me describe what I’m like a little…

#1 I’m a pig.

Quite literally. I’m lazy & one of my main hobbies is to rot around the house.
My own mother calls my room a pig sty.

#2 I procrastinate.

That I do! A lot… As you can see from how long I took to finally open this new blog.

I procrastinate so much, I’m almost tempted to finish this entry another time. 😛

#3 I am known to be a “Blonde”

Everyone has called me that before…

Well, almost everyone…

And they don’t mean it in the looks department. Bah.

They meant in the brain department.

Because sometimes I say/do the dumbest things. Really… I do.

No offense to natural blondes though….

#4 I’m also known as the “Non-Clubber”

Apparently, almost everyone thinks that I would go clubbing & drinking… Jazz like that.

Realistically, I don’t. I don’t really like all the nightlife… I don’t mind pubbing; like just sipping on some alcohol & chatting with a close friend. So zilch (unless there is a reason behind it) of my entries will be about clubbing or any wild partying.

I am very much of a home-bird. Actually I very much prefer to just….rot.

#5 I’m currently in love

Yes, with one of my best friends too. 🙂

He’s probably going to ask, “Why am I a pig too??” 😛

He knows me practically inside out & he still loves me. I wonder why…. And every time I ask him why despite knowing all my issues, my past & my annoying quirks; he still chose to be with me, he just said because he loves me.

We’ve been friends for a good two years. *gleam!*
Okay, I’m really proud of this. Well… We didn’t exactly fancy each other at the beginning. In fact, I was with someone else when we were still just friends. But when I was hurt, he was there for me to rant on… Despite me not really wanting to say much to him, he was always just there.

In other words; he’s always been the one that was there for me.

Tell you more about us another time.

As for now, that’s that!