Mooncake Fest 08

We went up to Genting to check out my parents’ new apartment and also to celebrate mooncake festival. Together with our neighbours, we ate, got drunk and batu-ed (ahem) by a bonfire till wee hours in the morning, singing Kumbaya and Beatles, lol. It was fun.


Full moon flanked by fairy lights and lanterns.

Sisi was filthy by the time we reached home. I watched my mom bathed her for the first time. It’s amazing how much smaller she is when she’s drenched.

Bath.
Soaked.

Wiping face and eye booger.
Wiping her face.

After a good soap and scrub, it’s time for a blow job!

Fluffy.
Time to fluff her up again.

I kept telling my boyfriend that we could really consider not having children and just have dogs but I’ve changed my mind after looking through these pictures by Mr. Phillip Toledano.

DAYS WITH MY FATHER.

Check it out, and don’t forget the Kleenex (or Premier) while you’re at it. Must see/read from the beginning.

Toledano’s other work is equally impressive, you can find them here.

Different faces of Sisi.

I know this is turning into a pet fanatic’s blog but you can leave if you don’t like.

#1 This is Sisi being grumpy after being told not to touch my mug of tea.

Grumpy
Grumpy.

#2 This is Sisi sneakily trying to disturb my beverage anyway.

Sneaky.
Sneaky.

#3 This is Sisi napping next to her cage.

Napping.
Napping.

#4 This is her pretending to be dead.

Pretend dead.
Conning the doggy insurance.

I saw her ate her own poo last night and I was so sad :(

Today she pooped in my brother’s bedroom (wakaka). We’re trying very hard to train her so please do feel free to leave any tip, pet lovers :) She’s barely 3 month old.

Oh here’s a picture of me and Karamjit Singh and dad at Merdeka Millennium Endurance. He used to navigate for me pop when he was in the 80s rally scene. TBH, I used to think my Dad was just making up stories till Mr. Singh pulled my Dad over to his friends and started introducing him as the fella he navigated for last time. I am damn proud lah :)

Me, Karamjit Singh and Dad.
Me, Karamjit Singh and Dad.

p/s: Don’t make fun of my puffy face, english food bloats you up!