The Onion and the Christmas tree

Family is sitting at the dinner table.

The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?"

The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, there're three kinds of breasts. In her 20s, a woman's breasts are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s and 40s, they're like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After 50, they're like onions."

"Onions?"

"Yes, you see them, and they make you cry."

This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of 'willies' are there?"

The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his 20s, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it's like a Christmas tree."

"A Christmas tree?"

"Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."

Hahahahahaha.

My dogs, animals and Daemons

I know it is annoying for some while I keep yakking on about my dogs and on how much i love them. U may say i indulge on them a tad too much,and u couldn't find a reason for it. Well , simple. Think L-0-V-E.

Wouldn't u wanna lavish affection on someone u love too? ;)

and thats something about us dog owners which makes us freaks.
We could sit around tgt and go on and on about our dogs without feeling exasperated or overly moddle-coddle coz' there's a common understanding that they are also a big part of our world too.

Maybe u,& I doesn't have that common understanding.Yet

In the meantime, I've got a Daemon. And here i thought it'd be a penguin or ferret or somethin'. lol.
Whats yours?
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kitsch?

I think it would be cool if i could capture the whole brash and brassy attitude of the 80s fashion.

Vulgarity can also be sexy too, ok. haha.

A walk to remember

I woke up with a start this morning, suddenly remembering that my little "monster" puppy's gonna have another birthday again. Simba's turning 3 this Dec. :)

I was first greeted by Simba who sauntered into my room , followed by Cesar tottering behind him. They began leaping up against me, licking my face as if to say "Good Morning!" . Lol, so cute. Thats the whole thing about dogs which i totally love. They are always there for you when u need comfort. They sit beside you while you do your work.And they r always the first to greet you in excitement in the morning, or,when u return home. Yes,they never fail to brighten up my day, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE my pups' so much.

Sadly,it suddenly dawned on me that i haven't been spending much time with them , & i feel horrible. Sheesh, when was the last time i walked them? omg. Im horrible.
It is my job to manage my time well, but i ALWAYS have this thing about poor time management. maybe, i just dont work fast enough, i s'pose.

Fyp is here, & i reckon it may not be as daunting as it seems. or so we thought.
I am so friggin' excited to start the photo-shoot.
However,the whole styling part ( gathering props/outfits etc..),can indeed be a pain in the ass.

Time is running out,
yet nothing productive is achieved.
I feel perturbed, disorganized & inept.

n its time like this where u sometimes wish Fyp doesn't exist.

but well, at the very least,
the boyfriend cooked us dinner last nite.
simple,yet,comforting.
no complains.

best part of all,
there's white wine too. *hee hee*

My first jungle fishing trip,
and i loike !! :)


I swear the next time i go, ill be armed with bottles of repellent, dressed in long pants and geared up in preferably army combat kinda boots to fight nasty commando mozzies and sinking muddy earth.

oh, so excitinggggg.

Date : 23.11.07 ( Friday )

From Djie's shoot to the bbq,
I could only describe this day with one word : Outrageous

It could be good.
could be bad.
Who really cares~

Mark says " this are things to tell the grandchildren."
haha,
correction there:" These are things NOT to tell the grandchildren, hun."

I've pulled a couple of wild stupid stunts,
but i guess this could be the wildest thing(s) by far.
Not tellin u what tho. *heh heh*

i feel : Liberated

Hello.
MyNameIsEulisaandUcanCallmeEully,orSasa.WhateverpleasesU.
Ilikedogs.Ihave2athome.Oneisagoodytwoshoeswhodoeswhatever
uwantittodo&theotherbehaveslikeaeffinmonstermostofthetime
whichcanbeapainintheassbuteitherwayitdoesnotmakemelovethem
bothanylesser.Ialsohaveablogandthiscrapyareadingisit.
Nothingiwriteinitisimportantbutpeoplestillreadthemallthesame.

Wells,
What do u expect ?
Staying home on a Saturday(withanannoyingbro) isn't EXACTLYEXCITINGgggggg.

How long does it take to get used to this, u being a part of me. U follow me, cling onto me, surround me so i can't eat, and i can't breathe.

ahh,the monotony.
Be gone already.
& close the door.thank u.