January 27, 2011 § 1 Comment
O hai blog, I know I’ve been neglecting you lately, but I have been busy with this eggciting new project:
Which also means, I love my job.
Do support us on our quest to “Eat, Pray, Love” (and dance, wander, stumble) our way through our island home, that despite our ceaseless complaints, we actually love a lot. Hor?
We’ll be wandering the streets, shooting stuff, giving freebies and doing little things that we hope touch your Singaporean hearts in slightly bigger ways.
On the #postaday2011 front, the topics just do not incite in me a spark great enough to wax lyrical about. How like that? It’s not even February yet.
What’s your idea for a perfect Sunday? How would it differ from a typical Sunday? If it’s Sunday where you are, what kind of day is it so far?
My perfect Sundays would involve what already exists on my typical Sundays: attending service.
But how my perfect Sunday would differ from my typical Sunday is 1) I have no work lingering at the back of my mind to think about, 2) I am not working on said work/assignment/project, as is almost always the case for the full 13 weeks of semester when we’re in school.
My new perfect Sunday will probably also involve Noodle, grass fields and beaches, somehow.
Who are the three funniest people in the world? Who are the three funniest people you know personally?
The three funniest people in my limited perspective of the world would probably be Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May, probably because if I don’t watch teevee and Top Gear is just about the only show I know. Maybe, Jason Hahn. I wish I could say Jason Hahn is one of the funniest people I know personally but I don’t know him yet. Someone intro him to me leh.
Personally, I have a very poor sense of humour so I can’t really say much for funniness. And it takes a lot to make me laugh. Er. *twiddles thumbs*
January 24, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Missed some topics again, this time a little more intentional I guess.
Meant to post yesterday but the topics were iffy, so I didn’t.
Is it always better to know the truth, even when it hurts? Or is ignorance bliss? Or are they both true some of the time?
Last line of the question: like, duh?
Am not much a fan of
today’s this question, because it’s such a subjective and situation one.
Ignorance is bliss until your nose picks up on the scent of the truth. Thereafter, there is no longer any way to return to ignorance and the only way to put an end to the rising anxiety of not-knowing, is to know. After that, you learn to live (or not) with the weight of the truth that suddenly plummets on you like a ton of unceremoniously dumped bricks from a high-rise building.
How do you define the word friend?
A friend is someone you can be yourself with, and not have to worry about whether your hair looks like crap or you have eyebags the size of your face. Sure they may laugh at you for looking funny but you know they still love you anyway. A friend is someone I’m comfortable being with and actually want to spend time with.
What is your favorite sound?
Bonus topic: Since we did the sound of your own laugh recently, here’s a bonus – what is a sound you’ve never heard, that you hope to hear someday?
It used to be the sound of your heartbeat when I lay on your chest. Now it is the light pattering of Noodle’s paws as he wanders excitedly around the house trailing after us.
The sound I wish to hear is probably watching Joe Hisaishi play the piano live. And also the sound of a a hundred thousand people praising Jesus live in a Hillsong concert.
January 22, 2011 § 2 Comments
What’s the single most important thing you accomplished in 2010? And how do you plan to top it in 2011 (perhaps by completing your blogging challenge!)
I would say it’s difficult to trump visiting 26 cities in 10 different European countries over 6 months, plus coming back and going to Sri Lanka less than 2 weeks after. That was definitely the biggest thing I did in 2010.
What was the most important thing I accomplished, however.. Europe taught me to be a better designer, more relaxed, and a better person overall.
As a very bad workaholic (as all my friends would know) and an unforgiving perfectionist (on both myself and others), I have been very harsh on people for being what I deemed to be incompetent. I was almost always stressed out, OCD and a control nut over many things, which made me more enemies than friends, and Europe taught me to let go of this.
The first couple of months I was almost always edgy and restless, with it being winter, the shops all closing at 4pm and not even supermarkets being open on Sunday. I would wonder with great bewilderment to myself what on earth these Swiss people did with all the hours in a day they spent doing absolutely NOTHING. There was pretty much nothing to do but watch Korean dramas (yes this is where it started). But slowly as the months progressed, I learned to appreciate the fact that unlike most of us running this rat race in a country that sells itself as a country that will crumble if it ever lets a single muscle relax, Swiss people, and most Europeans in general, are quite chill about life.
Grades, university degrees and high rolling jobs were not much on the priority list. Instead they enjoyed the slow pace of life and the change in seasons with an attitude that was almost foreign to my Singapore-programmed mind. In winter everyone went home early and snuggled, in spring everyone went out to the park to enjoy the return of the flowers, and in summer they swam and paddled on the lake, ate gelato, drank beer and watched outdoor concerts every other weekend in the company of friends and family (and dogs, many, many dogs).
All these I took some time to comprehend, and to finally, appreciate and learn to enjoy for myself. And all these taught me the most important lessons I’ve learned in a long time, and the lessons are these:
1. Happiness is not defined by goals
2. Attaining happiness is not synonymous with attaining said goals, dreams or ambitions
3. Perfectionism is not excellence, and being excellent is not about being a perfectionist
4. People and relationships are the most important thing to value in life, not competence or genius
How am I going to top it in 2011?
I don’t know. But it’s okay.
In the meantime here by some random office doodles of my fellow interns… goodnight!
January 20, 2011 § Leave a Comment
What’s the most important thing you’re putting off? And why haven’t you done it yet? What do you need to make it happen?
Wow. Okay it’s hard to say what the ‘most important’ thing is, but there a lot of things I’m putting off that I haven’t done yet.
The few immediate things that came to mind were all physical dreams and desires, like my resolution last year to register my business before the year ended, and why I haven’t started my own business yet.
But above these ambitions and aspirations, there are other things in my life that are more important, like people, and relationships.
The most important relationship I’ve been neglected and putting off is the one I have with Jesus. Since going to Switzerland, and largely being ‘churchless’, I’ve been slightly disconnected from church and such. (Church, religion, relationship and Jesus, are 4 separate things, thank you. Do not marry this and lump it all as one because Jesus is not about religion, and religion is not about Jesus.)
With the semi-dramatic way my 2010 closed, I was well-distracted for the past 2 weeks by helping out with production. Being too busy and tired to think has it’s temporary perks, but now with that over and me settling into my internship proper, one’s mind wanders, and I will take the good advice from some good friends to take my time to heal and not rush myself to try and get over things. I keep telling myself not to feel bitter, and to get over it, but I need to be honest with myself and know that I need time.
Not time alone, but time with Jesus. Another one of my godly friends shared today that the way to let something go is not just to let it go and hope and pray that you won’t go and grab it back again, but to hold on to something else. Many people grab on to other things – new girls, new guys, food, retail, etc. But I want to hold on to the Word of God and His promises to me.
Why haven’t I done it yet? Because, admit it. Every human enjoys wallowing in self-pity, every human at some point in time thinks they’re the most miserable person in the world and no one understands them. Myself, especially, am no stranger to these emotions. It always seems easier to wallow and feel sorry for yourself than to turn away from your misfortunes and say, okay, this hurts, this hurts really bad, but I can’t do anything to change my own situation, and blaming myself is just pride on my part. It’s not going to help me, and I need to stop crying over spilt milk and do what is necessary to move on.
For now, I will enjoy my time with God, and take my time to fully re-adjust to the single life. Mostly, it’s good. I’ve always enjoyed spending time alone, and now I have a lot of it to share with Jesus and the people whom I’ve not made time for in recent years.
WITH THAT SAID…
Yes, starting a business is still very much on my heart, there are many ideas floating in the wind but as God has taught me, I don’t want to be a designer with big ideas but poor business sense. I will go out, see a bit of the world and learn, grow wiser and more street-smart, before stepping into that particular season of my life. In His time.
January 19, 2011 § 4 Comments
Describe a time when you witnessed bravery: a) in your profession b) with your own eyes c) in someone you admire.
Difficult question leh. LOL.
Bravery is such an… uncommon thing, anywhere. But I tend to associate bravery with chivalry, because chivalry is admirable and rare, like bravery. And girls like these kinda things. Lol.
a) in my profession
b) with my own eyes
I think one of the few ‘brave’ moments (I’m not even sure if this counts as brave) I remember in my life was during Arrow Adventure Camp in 2007, 2008? Back then I was still in JC cluster and we were always the smallest and meekest of the four clusters. We were playing this seemingly harmless game where everyone had a raffia string ‘tail’ tucked into their shorts and you just had to go around chasing people and collecting ‘tails’.
Basically, the game was badly run by external camp youths who were probably our age or younger, and it was us, the JC cluster of 17 and 18 year olds, against this mass of varsity people who were in their 20s, a lot stronger, and way more aggressive. The game soon turned very ugly with guys having no consideration for girls and each other, and the JC cluster was pummeled into a frightened few.
The incident I remember clearest in my head was Shawn Goh totally blowing up and roaring at a group of varsity youths who had cornered the few remaining JC girls. I can’t remember exactly what he yelled, but he was definitely the first to yell, and the only one who stood up and was all ‘C’MON LAH ARE YOU A MAN OR NOT WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING’. Or at least, that was the feeling I remembered getting.
But yeah, at that point of time Shawn definitely + many many points for standing up when no one else did.
c) in someone I admire
Wow this is hard. I quite admire Shawn Goh so can b) also be c)? Lol. *tries to think of people I admire* Anyone who can kill cockroaches for me at night (especially when we film in alleys) I consider brave. Actually. Cannot think lah. Sorry. Lol.
January 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
What gives you hope? And what, if anything, makes you question hope? And what makes you question your questions of hope?
“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.” – Romans 5:1–5
It is impossible for me to discuss this question without bringing in my faith.
I stopped questioning this maybe 6 or 7 years ago, when God saved me from myself.
This is a story I’ve told many times, but there have been many new people who have walked into my life since then who may not know my story, and I know it is a story that blesses and encourages others, so I continue to share it where appropriate.
The following is a very personal story, but one I am not ashamed of. It is a part of me, part of who I was and what I’ve become, and my life’s testimony of God’s goodness in a stubborn, selfish life.
When I was 13 going on 14, I made a suicide pact with a friend (who has since become rather famous, so I shall not mention her further). I told God I didn’t believe in Him anymore, and challenged him to prove himself otherwise.
I was unpopular, angsty, emo and very lonely. No one wanted to be friends with the girl who cut herself and was always drawing bloody things, people dying, people hanging themselves, knives and sharp pointy things. I had no favour in school, and no favour in church. Back then certain things that happened in church (yes I was already in my current church then) convinced me that even the church had rejected me. I deleted everyone from my phonebook, told most of my (very few) close friends then to go to hell and leave me alone (and true enough about everyone was pissed off enough to let me be).
In school, I had dreamed of being band leader the way my elder sister, 9 years older than me, whom I idolized greatly as a child, was when she was also in TKGS. I dreamed of getting the ‘Outstanding Service Award’, a prize I had wistfully seen my sister receive 9 years earlier, a prize they give every year to less than 20 Sec 4 students for outstanding contribution to the school. I had dreamed of power, of great things. I fought my way and became class monitor, but never had any favour with anyone because I tried too hard and fell too short. I was never nominated to be a prefect. And I had totally. No. Favour. In. Band. At. All. I sucked at my instrument (bassoon), hated my section and the eternal politics of there being only 2 players per batch and only 1 could be the ’1st’. My conductor even said once, in front of the entire band, that “it doesn’t mean that just because your sister can play bassoon it means that you can play it.” Everyone knew me as ‘Dorothy’s sister’, the conductor hated my incompetence, and no matter how hard I tried to please, I just simply failed and failed and failed. To put it simply, life sucked, and it sucked really bad.
So I decided to kill myself, partly because I thought to myself, “What’s the point?” and secondly, to my 13 year old vengeful mind, I wanted the people who had made my life miserable (so I thought) to feel guilty and sorry that they played a part in it. I would wonder to myself things like ‘I wonder how many people would come to my funeral when I die’, and ‘How long will they remember me after my death?’
To cut a long story short, God intervened, and I’m still alive and well. He placed someone whom I barely knew and who is no longer in my life to suddenly and very randomly call me out for dinner, where I broke down and told him everything. Boy was he shocked, but I knew, just simply knew at that moment, that God had arranged it for a reason. Back then when it happened, I pointedly told Him that if He wanted me to live, then He’d better give me a jolly good reason to stay alive.
Well, life did not turn around immediately, but as I moved up to Sec 3, things got better. It was a new class, a fresh beginning with a completely new bunch of people. Amazingly, I believe either none of very few of my previous classmates moved up with me. I gained favour with my new class, despite me going through yet another rebellious phase (this time I cut my hair so short that I actually almost shaved off all the sides). In sec 4 I became class monitor, this time not by fighting, but by favour. My 16th birthday was one where I received the most gifts I’d ever received in my life, so much so that I was carrying a huge plastic bag and both my hands were full as I went home that day. I had many friends. My upper sec friends and lower sec friends could barely reconcile that I was the same person. And indeed, I felt like a completely different person.
Did it happen overnight? It did not. God was supernaturally natural to me. And he opened each door, one by one, to all the dreams I had buried in my heart. But there was one big hurdle that remained, and it was band. I still had zero favour with the conductor. I still sucked at my instrument (was transfered to saxophone in sec 2 after trying to quit band), I practiced a lot but was never ‘good enough’, but I loved my section a lot more, at least. Still, I had no favour there. And that earlier dream of being in the band committee and receiving the special award like my sister had as a TKGian had already died two years ago.
However, I’d always been involved in the school’s editorial board, writing for the school paper (writing was my first love before designing and any other creative art replaced it), then eventually working on the online site that we tried to have to make writing cool, hip and interesting. I even wrote one of those quizzes that were so hip back then okay. If you’re interested, my appalling attempt at designing a website still exists on the TKGS server, where it was never updated after I left. Also, if you view some of my writings there under the ‘musings’ tab, my writing skills were a lot better then before I started to concentrate solely on design and neglected reading/writing.
So one fine day in Sec 4, my editorial board teacher (who was one of the nicest teachers I ever had) smsed me to let me know that she had nominated me for the Outstanding Service Award. I can still distinctly remember I was crossing the overhead bridge from the bus-stop to Parkway Parade after school when I received it. And instantly it hit me, God dropped in my heart the memory of the wish I had so desperately wanted as a Sec 1 student but had stopped believing in when life dealt me its disappointing cards. My mind was too consumed with thoughts as I walked down those steps, I felt numb, but most importantly, I felt God tell me: “Remember the dreams you had when you first entered this school? You may have forgotten those dreams. But I never did.” I almost broke down in tears, but was too stunned and happy to do so. (Okay, so maybe I may have teared a bit, that little detail, I forgot.)
So I graduated, a pretty normal kid. Almost got into trouble and almost not allowed to receive my prize at speech day because then in Sec 4 my hair was at its shortest, LOL. They threatened suspension and camping me outside the General Office until my hair grew out but they allowed me on stage in the end, to get my prize and my Lit or History book prize. Me and Von (bestie) were always having friendly competition for either one or the other of those.
I got up the very same stage my sister stood on to receive her prize those many years ago, and my mother sat on the very chairs in the audience watching me proudly as my forgotten dream literally played itself out before my eyes.
This entire story I have told, because I would not be able to sufficiently answer the above topic question otherwise. Why do I hope, keep believing in hope, and know that hope in Christ will not disappoint?
Because I have been at the bottom of the bottomest pit where I could not get any lower than I already was, and when you are there, there is absolutely no where to go but up. And up is where God took me, step by step he carried me back up the rungs of the ladder of the life I had given up on, the life that I had decided to throw away for good. But God took that life, and He made it His. He took the unwanted, the unworthy, the runt that nobody wanted, and made it something precious to Himself. He polished me till I shone, and made me what I am today.
And that is why today I believe without a shadow of a doubt that no matter how shitty my situation is, there is no way He will not pull me out, because He has. I believe today, that no matter how badly mangled you think your life is, or I think my friends’ lives may be at any point in time, I don’t need to tell them what to do or what they should not be doing. Because we humans are born with a conscience, and we know when we are doing wrong. In those moments, it is more important to let them know they are loved, than to let them know they are wrong.
God came through for me, the same way I know He has and He will come through for all the people I have said a prayer for. God is hope. God does not give hope. He IS hope. And the more conscious you are of His love for you, the more real He becomes in your personal life, the more you come to a place where you know of His faithfulness as well as you know that water consists of hydrogen and oxygen.
Since then He has never failed to come through for me in every situation. If He allows a door to close, He opens a better and more timely one. There has never been a trial so hard He could not give me enough strength to overcome, no obstacle too big that He did not give me the extra boost to climb over.
And that, my friends; is why I hope.
January 17, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Okay. I missed two days worth of entries because the production schedule gave me just about enough time to feed the dog and poop him and crash for a couple of hours before pottering off to shoot again.
But we finally wrapped last night/this morning!!!
It has been an exhausting 10 days spread over two weeks, but what a way to start the new year. *feels fulfilled already* My social life/any other life apart from the production and my dog withered down to almost zero, and some hilarious episodes ensued because of my inability to wake up.
I don’t think I’ve ever not heard my alarm for so many days in a row before. Ever. (Basically the whole of last week I did not/could not wake up.)
So! Thanks Wenxu, Lyon, Pamy and Danielle for a great production experience.
And hurrah for new friends like Jolene and the (mostly) awesome, dedicated and professional actors; Ryan, Maxi, Douglas, Edric and of course, Sunny.
Maybe I’ll talk more about the production if the words come to me, but for now, I’m happy to have been a part of something so personally important to a group of people. Of course, as with every major craft, especially such an ambitious one undertaken by fairly fresh students involving so many people, not everything went smoothly. There were tensions and hiccups and compromises, but the core FYP group saw it through with professionalism.
Tomorrow, I start work officially. 2011 does indeed look to be even more exciting than 2010. To think that a year ago, this time, I was anxiously preparing for Switzerland the way my juniors are now.
Okay. Now time to do #postaday2011. Shall do 3 topics today. IMHO some of the topics are too self-indulgent. Can’t they set more interesting topics that don’t revolve around me? Like, more interesting debatable topics. Or something.
If you had a time machine that only let you spend one hour in a different time, what date would you go to?
Hmmm probably 6 June 1944. D-Day: The landing of the Allied troops on Normandy beach. This is a scene that has been depicted countless times in war movies. I’m a fan of war movies. And WWII has always held a special fascination in my heart since the days I was a history student and almost pursued political science/international relations. How differently my life would’ve turned out if I’d taken that path.
But I would like to have seen a glimpse of the battle that signaled the first major turning point in the war, though many lives were lost due to unnecessary cowardice on the part of the drivers of the amphibious vehicles. They didn’t dare to go near enough to the shore and dropped off the soldiers too far off. Whole platoons drowned before they even hit land.
I don’t know why the mysteries of the early wars intrigue me. Maybe it’s the human stories. In the times when man is called to be most inhumane, an individual’s humanity is challenged to it’s furthest point. It is the strength in these moments that fascinate me so.
Describe the wackiest but most useful advice you’ve ever received.
Wow. Er… *thinks very hard* All I can think of these days is the advice people are giving me to help train my dog. I think one of the most interesting was – put a nut or some hard object in an empty bottle and give it a good shake whenever your dog does something wrong. It kinda works. o_O
Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Why or why not?
Yes. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Everything in my life happens for a reason, I cannot much think of any major incident, good or bad, that did not happen to me for a reason. Sometimes a bad thing happens which makes it look like the end of the road. But somehow this roadblock is also the means that God uses to nudge me along another path I hadn’t realize was there.
Short answers today. Now to wait for Noodle’s brother, Ninja to come play with him!
January 14, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Shucks I am late with today’s entry. I shall cheat by backposting by er.. an hour.
Anyway, before we begin, here’s introducing my Postaday2011 buddy Amos Yeo… half of one of the most interesting couples I have ever known, who is also clearly late for Topic #14. *gives Amos a good knock on the head*
If you decide that you’d like to join us on this journey of daily blogging, come on board!
Today’s topic is fairly interesting, and one I have a pretty colorful history of.
What made you decide to start a blog? If you’ve blogged about this before, go back and read it. Is that still the reason? What’s changed?
Okay. I’ve had many blogs, more than I can even bother to count. In my bid to trace my history, LOOK WHAT I FOUND: http://greenteajavachipfrappuccino.blogspot.com/
My old blog. Now you know my green obsession went pretty far back. Giggle. Back in the good ole’ days before CSS3 and Web 2.0 there was good ol’ basic html and those cascading layer things that was the mainstay of all Blogger templates. (Back when your template had all of 2 graphics and grids did not exist yet.) Before that totally ‘WTH’ url, it was smoke-and-mirrors, and before that it was something else. And I’m quite sure my livejournal is still alive somewhere too.
I’ve been blogging for about as long as I can remember, on and off. I discovered the internet when I was 11. Got totally whipped when the Pacific Net dial-up bill came in after the first month my mom let me at it. I started with ICQ. Went on to IRC, where I met most of the interesting influences that shaped/warped my adolescent mind. Those were the days where having an @ in front of your nick in a popular channel made you feel really important. MSN soon emerged and replaced ICQ. IRC started to wither too, people trickled out and the channels went dead, and so we left.
Throughout this period I went through a slew of blogs. That ridiculous one up there was one of the many. Briefly for a couple of years, I registered blank-space.net with Aron, an old friend. Gave it up. Lavished was my next blog, ported most of my Blogger entries from 2005 onwards to WordPress, till certain events killed my desire to blog over a year ago. In between Lavished and now, I tried some other small blogging projects, but I could never much sustain the desire to keep writing. I was thinking maybe a photo blog, or an idea/inspiration blog, food blog or even a baking/recipe blog. But the problem is, I’m a jill-of-all-trades and do a little bit of everything, which makes it hard for me to run a blog about one specific thing when I don’t do anything in particular with that must zeal and gusto.
So, this current blog I’m writing now was birthed out of a desire to try and tell my story more in pictures rather than words, be it photographs, food, etc, for I started this at a time where my words had run dry. But, back in the early 2000s when I was a tween and thought I knew everything, the internet hadn’t learn to capitalize on blogging as a potential marketing tool yet. [This is a good point to insert a link to a really nice infographic on the evolution of blogging.] We just wrote about ourselves, ourselves, our day, ourselves, and ourselves. O wait, isn’t that what I’m still doing now? Awps.
Okay, except that I do not rattle on about what I did today, who I met and what I did. Nowadays, we leave these menial details that most people don’t really give two hoots about but we decide to tell everyone anyway, to Twitter.
Okay. More tomorrow. Been spending the past two weeks working on an exciting production helmed by some great seniors of mine. Been doing photography/behind-the-scenes videography for them while working around the insane overnight schedules, but enjoying it very much. In the words of another one of us helping them out, Yan Lan, production brings people together.
Not going to post any pictures because the rights belong to them, but I promise I’ll finish that roll of film in my Gakkenflex soon and post something more graphically yummy.
January 13, 2011 § 1 Comment
So I said I’ll blog everyday. I’m 12 days late, but here is my first #Postaday2011 entry.
Today’s topic is: What are you looking forward to this year?
Somewhere in the continuum of space and time, something shifted; and the Roman calendar announced that a new year had begun.
Nothing perceptible had changed – not one that was observable anyway. The air smelled the same, and the sky remained as dark as it did every other night when the clock struck twelve. But somewhere in the heart of every person, as the sun made it’s orbit and each slice of our world took their dutiful turns to greet this invisible newness, a sense of hope bubbled to the surface.
There is nothing like the smell of untapped potential that surrounds the concept of a ‘New Year’. The potential for change, renewing, strengthening. The potential in such a seemingly arbitrary day; a second, third, forth chance to be the person you’ve always wanted to be but have yet to become.
It it almost halfway through the first month of the year. How time flies. 50 more weeks to 2012, what are you going to do with them? Something good, I hope.
For me, I’m looking forward to a great internship experience and learning a lot, then going back to school and doing a kickass project with my FYP mates. For my personal life, I’m going to spend more time with God and learn to once again enjoy singlehood after a four-year relationship. I did not expect it to end, neither did many of my old friends, but a heart cannot be forced to love, and I cannot keep what wasn’t mine to possess. Soo… Singlehood is good, I shall enjoy it and enjoy Jesus, and enjoy a year of goodness and favour and accelerated growth!
Also one big thing I’m looking forward to, is for Noodle to finally be housebroken!!!
For the severely uninformed, and it would be really severe because I haven’t shut up about my new corgi since I got him, yes I now haz a doggeh.
Unfortunately the inexperienced members of the Lee family trained him wrongly and we’re now trying to undo the damage we caused. Noodle is now afraid to pee/poop in front of us and only does it in secret when we’re out of sight. AND he does it in all the wrong places AND decidedly tramples over everything, pee, poop and all and makes a tiring mess several times a day.
I’m almost at my wit’s end over what to do but I shall just have to be patient with him. All the websites point to my failure to train him properly (it’s never the puppy’s fault). But I have dedicated this precious new member of my family to God and know that it SHALL BE GOOD. NOODLE WILL BE A GOOD BOY. Yes.
So like any proud mother, the rest of the entry is going to be pictures of the adorable 3 month old Noodle. And yes, that’s what I’m looking forward to this year.
Peace out and stuff.
January 12, 2011 § 5 Comments
Okay. So this is a really tall order but let’s see if I can keep it going.
I’m going to make use of WordPress’ latest contribution to the blogosphere, TheDailyPost to write something every day! Yay!
Please support me and help me keep this up. Also, if anyone wants to be my blogging buddy so we can motivate each other in this seriouuus challenge, BRING IT ON!
P.S. No one claimed the calendar from the last giveaway!! Why like this???