On This Day Of Great Celebrations…

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Yesterday, I had an early celebration with my Mum, Brother and Sister-In-Law. Dad is at work while my sister didn’t came over as she had to take care of her sons.

You may find me weird but I do not like people to sing me the Birthday song.

Whenever this happen, I would cringe and freak out, wishing it would quickly end.

So, yesterday, my Mum, brother and sis-in-law just sang me the last sentence of the Birthday song and I proceeded with the cake cutting.

After having the cake, everyone just went back to doing what they were doing and that, is my Birthday celebration in five minutes.

As you can
my Birthday is quite

In my family, we do not have the habit to celebrate
birthdays because everyone is busy with work.

When we were kids, the adults were busy making ends meet so
there is no time to celebrate and no spare cash for presents, much less a party.

we grew up, the ‘tradition’ sort of continues.

most we will do is to have a meal together and that is it

guess, that is the reason why I’m so paranoid of having people singing me the
Birthday song because I didn’t know how to react with me being in the limelight.

for my Birthday this year, we didn’t even have a meal together because
everyone were still busy with work.

Today, I just spend the day celebrating
with me, myself and I.

And here’s me wishing I a Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, Birthday Party, dead-cockroach, presents

When March Gets in2it!

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To act or pretend in order to impress others or escape being given extra duties or responsibilities.
1. “Don’t chao keng lah, we know you very good, leow.”
2. “No need to chao keng anymore… the other guy oreddy kena arrow.”


word that is all too familiar to us; especially the guys because it is
part of our everyday life during our two years conscription in the

Any deva ju emotions at the following scenario?

Most NSman would have keng-ed at least once or twice to escape from certain trainings or duties but there is this famous unwritten rule in the SAF that says YOU CAN DO ANYTHING BUT DO NOT GET CAUGHT!

There was this guy from my unit who was notorious for keng-ing.

He would report sick for the slightest problems till the point that he sees the M.O more than seeing his own mother each week!

Whenever there is work to be done, he would relegate his work to the “new birds”
and if he can’t find anyone to push his work to, he would report sick.
It has gotten so bad that he became the number one public enemy of the
whole platoon.

One day, he was standing below
our bunks and bragging to us as usual. All of a sudden, a water bomb
fell from above and hit him on the head. The water bomb goes SPLAT, and
he was drenched from head to toe.

We could
not contain our laughter and laughed so hard till our sides ached! We
laughed even harder when we later realized that the broken rubber lying
beside his feet was not a balloon but a condom instead!

I felt sorry for him yet at the same time I think he quite deserved it!

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Happy Christmas Eve!

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Here’s wishing a very Happy Holidays to all who came this way!

It’s Christmas tomorrow and it might be a little too late to ask now but what the heck…

Wish List!

Where’s my Santa Sugar Mummy? Buy one for me here!

See? I’m not greedy. I’m only asking for a S$22.90 wallet. I’ve already bought a Lumix camera (although it’s not LX3) and received a G-Shock watch from Sam.

Let’s hope the economy in 2010 will be a better one!

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A House Without A Family Is Not A Home

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It just feels… incomplete.

Don’t you think?

These few days, I feel really insecure to return to an empty house.

Sure, you get the peace and quiet when you have the house all to yourself but
the quietness really gets to you, especially in the night.

It has been three days since the parents flew out of town and I’m beginning to miss them already.

It’s times like this that makes me appreciate Mum’s naggings and Dad’s farts (the sound not the smell) the most.

I guess loneliness is really a scary thing because it makes one do weird things subconsciously?

I have had two weird dreams last night, one involving my Mum and the
other involving my paternal family home which has already been

In the first dream, I dreamt that I walked out on my Mum (because she did something to embarrass me in public) and when I turned back to look for her, I just can’t find her anywhere anymore. She’s just vanished into thin air and I lost her forever.

I woke up from that dream feeling really awful and when I went back to sleep, the second dream started.

In the second dream, I was staying in my paternal family home with friends whom I’ve met during the different stages of my life. The events that unfolded in this dream was just plain illogical and hard to explain in words.

I guess the saying “what you think during the day, you’ll dream about it in the night” is true huh?

When my parents returned, I’m gonna give them a big hug and make sure they do not travel for the next ten years!

Anyway, this is my dinner today.

I left some mushrooms to cook in the slow cooker this morning and the mushroom and fatt choy turned out really nice and soft!

Braised Mushroom with vegetarian Curry Mutton

Looks unappetizing I know, but it tastes quite nice actually.

Be grateful that we still have food to eat.

Wait till you see this upsetting news that I saw on CNN today.

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Four Years On, The Pain Lingers…

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We wish we could have told you,
in words you’d understand,
We wanted you to stay with us.
This wasn’t what we’d planned.

We wish somehow to tell you,
How empty we now feel.
A part of us went with you,
A part that time can’t heal.

We wish we’d once more hear you,
in your softly, rumbling purr,
to hold you on our laps again
and stroke your golden fur.

We wish we had you back again,
to fill this empty space.
But one day we’ll be together
in a far, far better place.

Kristen Sharer

I have decided to compiled all the past posts from the day Dexter fell sick, up to the day he passed on, all together in one post. Since Xanga doesn’t allowed, I guess I  just have to do it manually. That’s Xanga for you, folks.

While reading through the past entries, the emotions within me has been stirred up again, as crisp images of the events unfolds in my mind. It seems like only yesterday when it happened.

Not a single day has passed without thinking of him and it grieves me to recall how frail he has turned into during his last days.

I only hope he is in a better place now, chasing butterflies and romping with all his doggy friends over at the rainbow bridge.

The battle:
Jul 25 2005 Health going downhill
Jul 27 2005 Initial diagnosis
Jul 28 2005 The first night away from home
Jul 29 2005 Come home please
Jul 30 2005 Discharged!
Jul 31 2005 Recuperating at home
Aug 06 2005 The follow up
Aug 18 2005 A turn for the worst
Aug 19 2005 Back to the vet
Aug 23 2005 Stubborn boy refuses to take his medication
Aug 28 2005 An update on Dexter’s recovery
Sept 07 2005 Second opinion with Dr Heng
Oct 02 2005 Spending time together
Oct 26 2005 Birthday eve
Oct 27 2005 A turn for the worst
Oct 28 2005 Hospitalized again
Oct 28 2005 The visit
Oct 30 2005 Discharged
Oct 31 2005 The first steps in weeks

Acceptance and Closure:
Nov 02 2005 Farewell, my dear friend
Nov 03 2005 Thanks for the consolences
Nov 06 2005 A little thought means so much
Nov 07 2005 “Dexter where?”
Nov 09 2005 The seventh day
Nov 12 2005 Home again
Nov 13 2005 The scare
Nov 17 2005 Are you there?
Nov 26 2005 A special gift
Mar 31 2007 In dreams he came to me
Jul 21 2007 I misses you
Mar 23 2008 What do you do with a bored 5 year old on a boring Sunday afternoon
Mar 31 2008 Oh noooooo!
Apr 02 2008 Operation saving Dexter

1st Death Anniversary
2nd Death Anniversary
3rd Death Anniversary
4th Death Anniversary
Fifth Death Anniversary

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Staring death in the eye

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By Sumiko Tan

The time had come for me to put my dog to sleep, and with it came the closing of a chapter in my life

The night before my dog died, the smell of death was already in the air.

It was a suffocating mix of vomit, urine and the Dettol which we’d use to clean up after her.

The stench seared into our nostrils, leaving a salty aftertaste in my throat, though that could also have been the residue of my tears.

When Sunday came, I knew that I had to let her go.

She was already 16, or 112 in human years. That’s a mighty long life.

And she’d had a good life. She had food to eat, space to play in, and she was loved.

Her condition had degenerated drastically over the past month.

She was a skeleton covered with beige hair that was shedding by the handful.

She could hardly walk. She slept standing up, her crooked legs splayed, her head crocked near the floor.

Her eyes – badly cataracted and with a small hole piercing the right cornea – were baleful.

Look, my mother said, she’s in pain and begging us to put her to sleep.

No, I said, maybe she’s pleading with us not to do so.

Veterinarians always give this advice when you ask them when your pet should go: quality of life.

If he can still eat, then maybe there’s some life yet worth salvaging.

But my dog was no longer eating. And when I found her late last Sunday morning next to a pool of bloody vomit with flies buzzing over it – and on her – I knew it was time to let her go.

I CALLED the SPCA to find out what I should do.

They said that their vet doesn’t work on Sunday and that they also don’t do housecalls.

They gave me the number of Mount Pleasant Animal Hospital, which is where I take my dogs to, in any case.

The nurse – bless her – remembered my dog’s name.

Yes, they do housecalls, she said, and a doctor could come over that day.

A housecall costs $100. Euthanasia is $40. For cremation without ashes, it is $180. You pay more if you want the ashes back, or if you want to keep them in the pet columbarium.

She said the vet would come by before 3pm.

Which meant I had three hours with my dog before she went to doggie heaven, or wherever animals go when they die.

I’D witnessed putting one dog to sleep before, a terrier who had gone mad.

I knew what to expect: The vet injects an overdose of anaesthetic drug into the dog, and in seconds he is dead.

I was wretched about putting my mongrel Shiroko to sleep for so many reasons.

I’d miss her, for one.

I’ll spare you the sentimental details, for every pet owner has many, but suffice to say she was a sweet, low-maintenance dog.

I also knew that if I put her to sleep, the other two dogs would be traumatised.

And haven’t I read that when one dog dies, those close to it would follow?

I felt especially sorry for the shih tzu, who was like a husband to Shiroko. They slept together all the time, back-to-back, and never fought.

Most of all, I was afraid that if my dog were to die, a chapter of my life would go with her.

And what made it worse was that she was not going to die accidentally or suddenly, but that I would be deciding her moment of death.

By putting her to sleep, I was deliberately deleting a big and important chunk of my life. Did I want to do that?

For 16 years is a very long time.

My dog had been with me through the ups and downs of my working life, through various relationships, family happiness and woes.

Anyone who means anything to me would have met her and got her sniff of approval.

If she goes, then so do, in a way, all those good times.

And by dying, she brought home how I, and everyone I care for, cannot avoid staring death in the eye, sooner or later.

She had been nothing but a good dog, and here I was, planning her execution.

THE three hours were long, yet short.

One part of me wanted it to be over. Another wished the minutes would stretch.

We put her on the floor outside the kitchen. She lay there for a while, then stood up. Shaky as a drunk, she stumbled into the kitchen.

As was her old habit, she stole the water from my other dog’s bowl. We gave her two pieces of chicken. She ate them.

If she could still drink and eat, wasn’t it premature to kill her?

But she was also emitting a strange, foul-smelling bloody liquid from her mouth.

She lay on the kitchen floor. We put a towel over her and waited.

Her body was still, and cold to the touch. Her eyes looked exhausted. Even the ticks were fleeing from her body.

Shiroko, I said inside, why don’t you die now? At least if you did, I won’t be responsible for killing you.

The vet came at 3, with an assistant.

They were both gentle and kind.

I chose not to witness her dying. I went to console one of my dogs. My maid went to console the other. My mother couldn’t bear to watch.

It was over in five minutes. They injected her with a chemical, and she was gone.

She looked as if she was sleeping, though her eyes were open.

We wrapped her in a towel, slipped a stalk of hydrangea from the garden between her legs, I paid the fees and they took her away.

‘Take care,’ said the vet.

And, so, there.

The end of a dog’s life.

And the closing of a chapter of mine.

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