My Fluffy Life~

I saw something disturbing on the way to work this morning. There’s this mother doggie and her little puppy near my outside house recently. The mother doggie is a slim, black dog with little white patches around her neck. The little roly-poly, cute little puppy is brownish in colour, quite small and a little chubby, which makes it looks perfectly adorable!

I was so tempted to pet the puppy every time I passed by but I know better as the mother doggie could be very fierce and protective towards its only little pup. So I could only look from afar… not so far, just a few steps away. The little puppy looked healthy and happy!

But yesterday night, when I passed by again, I noticed the little puppy was lying motionless on the grass and the mother doggie was sniffing the pup’s head and neck. So I assumed it was sleeping, though it was a little too early and my heart was telling me otherwise.

This morning, I saw the mother was guarding nearby while the little puppy was still lying motionless on exact position! I think it is not sleeping for 12 hours.. I didn’t dare to take a closer look but I looked at the little chest which was rather still.

Is the little puppy dead?

There was no blood or sign of injury on the pup.

I just felt sad and the mother doggie must have felt even worse as it is the only pup she has.

The other day I felt that I was behaving like a kid in the office. I was practically sulking over a matter that I wasn’t happy about. Well, though it was in the office, it wasn’t really about work or else I would behave more professionally.Actually it was something that we volunteer to do but I wasn’t happy to be assigned of something that I was not being consulted or discussed with. And I voiced up to a few persons but didn’t have the chance to bring up to the person in charge. But she found out later on but did nothing.

So when we have to do it, I insisted of not doing what I was assigned (and wouldn’t budge) of and the person-in-charge has to exchange with me at the last minute. And after that, she came to me and told me that they would arrange it again as there were other factors which made her arrangement couldn’t work.Sometimes, I felt that it was difficult for me to voice up what I really felt or unhappy about especially to higher authority or someone that I am unfamiliar with. So I ended up being sulky and unhappy like a spoil kid, but in fact, I am hardly one! Really!

I need to learn more of communication and have higher EQ as I when I am angry or upset or sad, I tend to break down…

There is a part of my face which I think is very unimportant, or so I thought. Whenever I look into the mirror or when I see other people face, I never set my eyes on that feature. Which makes me think everyone thought the same.

Apparently not. Many said it is an important feature of the face and shape your whole face. Some people would take extra care of it. Yeah, I mean the eyebrow! It is just some hairs on top of your eyes, for me at least. I always look at others see, nose or mouth, but never the brows!

But when I read the Cleo yesterday about the lady who was obsessed about her brow, I got up and took my tweezer and started to work on it! Yes, I plucked away the unkept hairs that is out of place. And I plucked and plucked. It is painful! But hmm.. Paris Hilton said :

“You don’t have to be an heiress to look like one – if you act like one, then everyone will just presume you are one!”

Nah, I am not really that vain actually, just a little bored on Saturday night. And I like this lines very much too (extracted from Cleo Dec 07) :

“We live in a capitalist society and beauty has become a kind of currency. But not everyone has the same currency to work with, because not everyone is born with the same level of beauty! You can’t blame people for wanting to master beauty technologies, because we live in a culture that is narcissistic and self-obsessed.” Quoted by Dr Susan Hopkins, sociology lecturer at University of Queensland.

So, what’s your currency?

A cheater cheated on me today. Or at least he handled it indignantly which explained why I wouldn’t help in to take in his clothes if it rains. He promised me that he would accompany me to watch The Golden Compass on Sunday with Y. But he made a different plan to watch it on Saturday, WITHOUT TELLING ME in a proper manner (which means I heard it in his conversation without trying, call it eavesdropping if you want). He knew darn well that I couldn’t watch it on Saturday but he sacrificed me for another fella, which he later on used as a defence. Not once, but many times. Coward.
And he has the nerves to ask me to keep an eye on his clothes while he is away, if it rains.
I am upset but not stupid.
Helping him is not getting even.

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Welcome to my new My Fluffy Life blog! In this lovely blog, I am going to focus more on my fluffy girlish stuff, my childhood and earlier days memory, my feelings and emotions and stuffs that I probably would never publish in my other blogs~  

So stay tune and do come back frequently~ ^.^