Bug's Paradise?!?!

‘Bug’s Paradise’…ahhh….what an aptly-named natural farm, which, according to the organic shop teller, Bugs, no surprising there! Also she said matter-of-factly, “There are bugs in most organic produce, because they’re pesticide- and fertilizer-free, hence the cozy setting for bugsies” Ah, how reassuring…

‘Organic’ pretty much means original, natural, untreated and also wholesome. Consuming organic and fresh produce to ‘eliminate body waste slowly but surely’, and to bring down our acidic compound buildup in our bodies. Organic produce contain natural mineral contents a thousand times higher than those we could find in wet markets and also supermarkets. Being someone who’s on ‘organic diet’ for the last few months, I can say this from the bottom of my heart, it works indeed. I weighed 125 lbs late last year, and with my self-prescribed Au Natural diet I’ve shed an amazing 15 lbs ~~

Now back to my original intention of writing this in the very beginning. Well I bought this pack of fresh lettuce from Bug’s Paradise (think it’s an organic farm of some sort in Cameron Highland…), and voila!, there was, not surprisingly, an earthworm attached to it. Or some kinda slimey species of unknown origins. I was freaked out at first, but that sloth-like creature motioned so slow I was running outta patience, and decided to chop it into half and drown it inside the sewer… From what I’ve heard slimey earthworms or anything alike will be able to survive even after they’re cut into two…gross, like alien of some sort. But it never came back up…well, neither of ‘them’ did…

The Asian Shepherd Dog (ASD)

The inter-bred Asian Shepherd Dog (or ASD) is believed to be originated from Southeast Asia. Bearing remarkably similar physical characteristics of that of the German Shepherd dog, the ASD is believed to be one of the direct descendents of the German Shepherd dog. While presence of other breeds may vary, the name ‘Asian Shepherd’ itself was derived from its noteworthy resemblance to the German Shepherd family.

Though bearing remarkable resemblance with the German Shepherd breed, the ASD’s fur however—unlike the GSD’s—is a single coat. The ASD is shy and can sometimes be slothful, but has amazing agility when all fired up. A typical ASD spends approximately 20-22 hours a day sleeping or resting. Disinterested in almost everything, an ASD is very independent and is safe to be left at home alone for no longer than half a day the most, with food and drink provided. Because of their even-tempered nature, the ASD doesn’t feel threatened when placed along with other smaller animals like the domesticated felines or when faced with fellow canines of the same sex, so this makes them excellent companions to not only human, but also other pets too.

Cat's Nuptials - A Kittie's Tale

Cathy is an old friend of mine. Married on June 7, she’s the first of many of my childhood friends who walks down the aisle this soon. She’s 23 by the way.

Beautiful Christian wedding, wish I’d catch my break before 30. Teehee…

Cat has been through so much. She went through tornadoes in her home with a family falling apart, and being the only odd half-sibling among 9 other otherwise close-knit family members. Her mother is the second wife of a chauvinistic Chinese immigrant (who still spoke some heavy Chinese accent only understood by his children until his very last breath), and what she went through for her only flesh and blood was beyond words. Cat misbehaved a lot when she was in her teen years, but drastically changed when she converted to Christianity—a fact her mother loved but was somewhat unacceptable by the rest of her half-siblings. They love her, but not her mother. What happened to Cat all her life prior to her and her mother moving out of this place made the rest of our family issues paled in comparison ~

Just look at her. How beautiful she is. May God bless her in this matrimony of hers. After so much ups and downs in her life, she truly deserves it. Cat, just so you know, God loves you and so do we.

Ice Age 3????????????????????????

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My favorite animation is back, this time, with an inaptly-named Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (???) Just when I was weeping the other day watching Ice Age 2 (thinking that they might not ‘cross over’ to the ‘boat’…) I wondered if they ever came up with a third installment, what storyline was left…(c’mon, The Meltdown spells pretty much The End to me) :-( Ice Age 2, the 3^RD BEST animated movie there is since Justin Timberlake single-handedly ruined Shrek The Third.

I was in the public bus this morning, then I saw the ever-optimistic & always-comical Scrat on the bus’ interactive TV. Scrat oh Scrat, my favorite prehistoric, saber-toothed, acorn-obsessed rodent is back…this time, again, looking for…what else? His acorn. I always wondered which genius created this character…

The teaser trailer lasted about 2 -3 minutes. End of the trailer, Scrat landed on ‘something’ after yet another series of attempts to get his acorn, and it was revealed subsequently that he landed on a T-rex (not sure about the name, sorry they all look the same…), and Rexster roared at him…

Anyway, canNOT wait to see this one!!! Just take a look at what the producers are cooking up this time. Dawn of the Dinos? Could they have possibly survived on (or under, as the teaser trailer suggests) the ice sheets? Now that’s something I’d like to see…

36 Hours of Freedom :-)

How does that feel like? 1 12/ day of complete freedom?

F'course it feels good. According to one of (my) favorite and reliable sources, 'Freedom' is...

"(the idea of being free) is a very broad concept that has been given numerous different interpretations by different philosophies and schools of thought. The protection of interpersonal freedom can be the object of a social and political investigation, while the metaphysical foundation of inner freedom is a philosophical and psychological question. Both forms of freedom come together in each individual as the internal and external values mesh together in a dynamic compromise and power struggle; the society fighting for power in defining the values of individuals and the individual fighting for societal acceptance and respect in establishing one's own values in it.

Freedom as the absence of restraint means unwilling to subjugate, lacking submission, or without forceful inequality. The achievement of this form of freedom depends upon a combination of the resistance of the individual (or group) and one's (their) environment; if one is in jail or even limited by a lack of resources, this person is free within their power and environment, but not free to defy reality. Natural laws restrict this form of freedom; for instance, no one is free to fly (though we may or may not be free to attempt to do so). Isaiah Berlin appears to call this kind of freedom "negative freedom" - an absence of obstacles put in the way of my action (especially by other people). He distinguishes this from "positive freedom", which refers to one's power to make choices leading to action."

But to me, freedom means no Christine. No Christine. Yes, the quiet/tranquil/serene 36 hrs without that loud/noisy and sometimes-delusional sister of mine. Another sister of mine, Pauline, checked out early as well, since her darling is in town today...

My sister's on her working trip to the east coast (Kelantan, Terengganu). These hours of freedom are rare gems, baby!!! Usually at this time of the day she'd be roaring at the top of her lungs at the smallest possible things (???) or seeking solace in front of the mirror for hours (esp. since she did a new 'do a few days back) admiring whatever that's (left???) there... :-)

Hmmm...less than a day to go...wonder when will her next assignment be? Is that why Pauline always pray that Chris gets an overseas posting??? Ouch~

Incapacitated + Liquid Diet for 3 Days = Happiness & Dropped 2 lbs…and counting…

After a few hours of excruciating pain I finally decided to pack loads’a stuff & go back home. Hometown, that is. My parents’ place where I grew up, had my sweet childhood and where my dog is at. It’s a good thing too, since I didn’t have to get my butt up and cook (mom’d do ALL that~~) & listen to that mildly sociopathic Christine whine, brag, boast, and scream just about anything that comes by.

When I reached home mom was already visualizing my would-be clinic etiquettes. Oh boy, maybe u should stay in bed for a few days, she said sympathetically (???) I could still talk with limited speech ability, plus my gum was slightly swollen, and I was taking antibiotics. So I guess I didn’t appreciate it when she treated me like a baby~

The second day…Boy oh boy, mom was probably right. My swollen right cheek was like the face of a roughed-up Sumo wrestler. I have pix of that but I wouldn’t put them up for a million yrs for Pete’s sake!!! Mom shrieked and dad was also surprised (not many things surprise him…) then I asked Christine whether this was normal, her hesitant Yeses cast some clouds of doubts but I decided to wait for another day…

The 3^rd day…Thank God the swell slowly soothed. I had liquid diet these few days and was dying for something solid, preferably something savory, something rich & aromatic, something like…French toasts & coffee. But mom said no coffee :-( My liquid diet consisted much of juice, powdery organic drinks and porridge…God I miss my homemade salad so darn much…

The 4^th day…Ok my swollen cheek was much better but I still looked like someone who just got creamed by some high school bully…2 word, NOT GOOD. But I’m glad that I’ve shed some lbs while I was still ‘incapacitated’ and recuperating at home. 2 lbs…and counting…haha…hAhA…HAHAHA :-) Guess I’ll have to make do when mom decides to boil porridge again~

Removal of my wisdom tooth & the horror that follows

I had a dental appointment on Monday (May 5) supposedly to remove 2 of my wisdom teeth. This is my first time to have my tooth extracted so naturally I didn’t feel quite in place. Yes, my very first toothie…at the age of 23 ½…

Removal of the wisdom teeth on our upper set of gum is considered normal extraction, the ones below is considered surgery, but the one below was giving me problems so I guess I’d be incapacitated for a few days :-(

When my name was called I felt a sting inside me, and numbness to a certain extent. I lied on the recliner (???) and an assistant gave me enough anesthetics so I couldn’t feel a thing in the next bone-crushing hour…

So I didn’t feel a thing the next hour. But the pressure and bone-cracking (my toothie…) sounds made me wanted to scream but I couldn’t :-( The dentist pulled and kneaded my facial muscles like she was making dough…Thank you Lord for inventing anesthetics…

When it was done I told them not to extract another one. I had planned to have both teeth on my right sets removed…but heck no!!! I’d pass out~

And then, voila! There it was, the little rascal (or so my mom calls it) came out and was right in front of me. I almost couldn’t believe what a tooth-in-the-flesh could bring about such world misery. I suffered a good full week of gum ache because of It. Well, one of the speculations about King Tut’s mysterious death was because of his wisdom tooth …

----- But that’s nothing compared to what I’d have to go through the next 4 days -----

The story is on my next post, of course… Meanwhile, u can check out pix of my toothie…teehee…still very ‘bloody’…