Scruffy has been acting like a defiant child of late, and it's been driving me and my family nuts.

He shits every corner but where he's supposed to. Barks in the wee hours of the morning when he's in his enclosure. Escapes from the house when I'm not looking.

It got worse when Dad stepped on his poo on the doormat, and said, "Just return the dog."
Mum had to wake up to shush him.
My sister had to run out after him to carry him back.

I did everything I could. Yelled at him when he urinated and pooed at illegal spots. Locked him up and ignored him. Woke up at 5am to shout at him to stop barking.

And guess what, I think it's working.
Scruffy still runs out, but that's because he has learnt miraculously on his own to poo outside on the grass, and he knows how to return to the correct house.
I still have to wake up to shush him when he barks in the middle of the night, but at least it just takes two tries before he really shuts up.

I'm a proud Nanny Wen.

We were talking about Scruffy.
I was repeating my story animatedly about the breath freshener and how much he hates it, and then I was explaining why he was temporarily left in my care.

"Oh, look!" I remembered, and reached out into my bag and grabbed my camera, something I've gotten used to leaving the house with. "This is Scruffy's owner!"

It was a picture I'd snapped of The Goonfather when he was using my stuffed penguin to terrorize other road users during one of our car rides.
(Yeah. He smashes it against the window when cars zoom past.)

Pei: That's a bouncer.
Me: No, that's Scruffy's owner
Pei: (giggling) Oh, but he looks like one, don't you think? YENNNNNYYYY!
Yen: (snatches camera over and starts laughing) He works as a bouncer?
Me: (a little exasperated) No!

At that moment, I had Her World magazine in my hands, and I flipped to the page where I remembered seeing the hair ad.

Me: (pointing to QY) That's his wife!
Pei: Oh that's the..
Me: (excited) Yah, yah! The big actress I told you guys about!
Yen: They're married?
Me: Yup!

Pei & Yen: (together, incredulously) Bouncer married the actress?!

My friends are hilarious.

The topic of weird habits and fetishes slauntered its way to our conversation.

Peipei sniggered at my previous toe nail-chewing habit.
We were horrified when she told us she had a classmate who chewed on pencil leads.
And broke into peals of laughter when I chipped in that I had a primary school classmate who ate her nose mucus every time she was reading a book.

Would anyone like to share their stories? Please do leave some comments if you have encountered people with weird habits!

I was reading meow meow's random rants when I noticed two words, "internet shopping".
I couldn't resist posting again, because I've succumbed to the perils of online shopping too.

I've found new love in pretty necklaces, sweet tops, pretty casual wear and homemade trinklets.

But the prices (especially those for homemade jewellery) snapped me back to reality.
I'm an unemployed, poor student now. To get my hands on one-of-a-kind accessories, I have to start working, or start making my own again, which isn't cheap either.

Oh no. I feel my hands itching again. Without my designing software to play around with (reformated my PC), my creative cells are multiplying exponentially.
And currently, I have this urge to start making my own jewellery again!

I have a feeling this project will end up like my scrapbook project.
Sigh.

Yesterday, I experienced my first hangover.
It wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be or what others had described it to be.. it just reminded me how long I've not been binging on alcohol.

Would love to do it again, it's been a long time! Sadly, the S.O. issued an order of alcohol abstinence which I think I would have to follow. I managed to bargain it up to 2 glasses. Oh well, better than nothing.

Which reminds me -
Would anyone like to go for drinks on my birthday? Haven't heard from you guys in a long time. (The rule doesn't apply if he's around)

I just got Scruffy his mouth freshener and he absolutely hates it.
Just as well, because I just found the 'ultimate punishment'. He bolts at the sight of the freshener bottle, it's quite hilarious really.

In a couple of weeks' time, I would be trudging through the gates of SIM. Its library would be my second home and I would be grumbling about the barely-edible canteen food.

Familiar?
Just a recycled scene from Wen's First Day of School Chronicles ever since I started learning how to read.
The only difference this series, would be minus the scenes where I make new friends and blend into studying life.

I've told a few people of my big plans to stay away from this vice.
My theory?
Making new friends equals new distractions. I've had plenty of distractions for four years now, I think it's time I settle down to study.
A thinly disgused excuse to mask my fear of flopping my studies.

I've had really... encouraging replies so far.

Me: I'm not going to make new friends in school. Just acquaintances, but not friends.
Paul: But dear, you're so chatty!

Me: I don't intend to make new friends in school..
Peipei: lone ranger?!
Me: Yah.
Peipei: But you don't look anti social to me at all.
Me: Huh. I can if I want to.
Peipei: Shen jing bing.

On the other hand, I hear about all the orientation camps and such from friends from NUS, NTU.. I can't help but envy their would-be colourful campus life.

So. Based on the negative responses, I'm battling between being a lone ranger and a social butterfly. Suggestions, anyone?

I missed school today.
Orientation Day, to be precise.

Now, this would definitely not be a day I would rejoice over, because I had absolutely zero interest in having "fun and excitement" as the letter stated. But I was "strongly encouraged" to go, and--here comes the focal point--I would be issued study material and my course registration form.

What choice did I have?
The alarm was set at 645 am to ring, and I cursed silently for having to reach school at the time my body usually starts to shut down.

I remember groaning inwardly when I heard the familiar ringing of the alarm, willing it to shut up by itself.
I pressed my pillow to my head and ignored the ringing. A voice beside me said sleepily, "You not going to school dear?"
I thought for a while, then decided that sleep was more worth it than a stack of papers, boring talks and "fun and excitement".

So. That was how I missed school today.

Which is a good thing, because Mom called, and informed me of grandpa's demise.
I guess it's time for him to go. Not that I'm an ingrate, but I rather see him go than watch him suffer any further. I don't suppose it's enjoyable having your legs rot slowly and not having the option of amputation because of the high risk involved?
So I guess I would be pretty busy these few nights for the funeral.

Rah. I just ate two bars of chocolate unknowingly. Fat fat fat.

Oh, what a relief.
I'd always thought otherwise.

There has been a new addition to the family!

Let me present you Scruffy the Wuffy, the little terrier who has a mixed up personality and thinks he's a Jack Russell (and currently looks like one, too).



I know, I know!
When the S.O. and I stepped into the pet shop and were greeted by... that dog, we had gaped incredulously, "That's ...Scruffy?"

A world of difference from this dog.

Later on when the Yangs brought his stuff over, they reflected our expressions earlier.
QY: (to Scruffy) Boy boy! What happened to you!?!
QY: (to me) Are you sure you got the correct dog?

Anyway, I'm officially known as Nanny Wen now that this little Yorkshire/Jack Russell is under my care temporarily.

And I've learnt one thing about my mom:
She lied when she said she absolutely detested dogs.
She's been giving him affectionate pats on the head and calling his name ("Scarfy!!") when he wanders off.

Let's welcome Scarfy Yang!

Recently, the S.O. offered to reformat my PC for me.
One fine weekend afternoon, we decided to clean it up while indulging in our favourite board games activity.

This was what showed up when he logged into my account:



And then the chattering commenced.

GF: Eee! Is that your desktop?
QY: That looks like a guy's computer!
Someone: Why got sexy babe one?

Okay, okay. Here are some things I wanted to clarify..

No. 1 I chose this desktop because I liked the sunset, not the hot babe.
Hmm. Actually, I like the hot babe's hair. But still, I like the sunset.

No. 2 I thought the girls would go "Wow!" but no, they didn't. Which left me wondering, is there something wrong with me? Because I have other bikini-clad babes as desktop pictures, and I think they look wonderful!

No. 3 I wouldn't have turned to hot babes if I hadn't quit Everquest 2! Previously, it used to be Antonia Bayle, dark elves and dark elves.

Anyway, I decided to be girly, and changed my desktop to what I hoped was a "girl desktop" certified picture:



Superman!

Tag-board is back on the blog.
Let the chattering begin.

New hard-disk added to my computer.
More brain-wrecking to find out what to occupy the space with.

Been reading squares and boxes all day on Internet Explorer.
Please remember to install languages when you reformat your PC.

And, I just locked myself out of my folders.
It would be really helpful if you learn how to undo things that you intend to do.