My mother made me tie a few pieces of charcoal to the ceiling of the cage to absorb the slightly pungent hamstery smell. I must say the method works.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 10:52 pm ::
Now if only I could tie a piece of charcoal to the boy's back. It's great that he's toilet-trained. But then again, he has a nasty habit of rolling around in the litter box. Luckily I'm alot more forgiving and so he's not subjected to daily showers, although I do put out a container of apple-scented bath sand for the boy to roll, burrow, and lastly pee into when he's done.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I tagged myself with the alphabet meme (ripped off Snglguy's blog) because I is so bored ok.
A - Age: 27
B - Band: Rubberbands. They're good for holding things together.
C - Career: Working towards becoming a tai-tai.
D - Drink or Smoke: Smoke. Sobranie Mints Slims, if you want to know.
E - Easiest Friends To Talk To: All of them.
F - Favorite Four-Letter Word: Fuck.
G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Both. Cola or lime-flavoured rocks my socks.
H - Have a Girlfriend: Erm no. I'm not lebanese.
I - In love: Definitely.
J - Junk Food You Like: Pringles Sour Cream.
K - Kids: One. My hamster.
L - Longest Ride Ever: Some guy who took almost an hour to cum.
M - Favorite Movie: The Virgin Suicides.
N - Names For Your Future Kids: Definitely NOT Ronaldinho or Pele.
O - One Wish You Have Now: To be rich.
P - Phobias: Accumulated smegma (dick cheese) and B.O.
Q - Favorite Quotes: "Why pay less when you can pay more?" -Hing's sister.
R - Reasons To Smile: Coming home to find that the boy has successfully done all his peeing business in the litter box.
S - Sleeping Hours: Too little to mention.
T - Time You Woke Up: 7 am.
U - Unknown Fact About You: I like to keep the nail on my little finger long, ahbeng style.
V - Vegetable You Hate: Lady's finger and pumpkin
W - Worst Habit: Procrastination.
X - X-rays You’ve Had: None.
Y - Yummy Foods: Japanese food. Sashimi to be exact.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Tauro
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 11:05 pm ::
I see red
OH GODDDDDDDD.. I HATE STUPID PEOPLE WITH A VENGEANCE!!!
ESPECIALLY STUPID RICH PEOPLE.
Some rich Malaysian yuppie wrote in the local papers that he went to this fund-raising gala dinner organized by high class society. I think it was some debutante ball, where old rich datin bitches show off their coming-of-age daughter bitches to the society. And one datuk had the NERVE to comment that the "fund-raising" part of the dinner was to teach their children the meaning of charity.
If you really want to teach your little brats the meaning of charity, then donate 99.9% of your ill-gotten wealth to a charitable body. Or make them do 40 hours of volunteer work per week at the rumah orang buta or orang cacat. I personally find it insulting that rich people have the cheek to flaunt their Prada, Fendi, Gucci, LV, whatever, under the guise of fund-raising and charity. If you have the guts to flaunt your wealth, just do it without making some lame-ass excuse.
It makes my blood boil. Seriously.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 12:46 am ::
Sunday, July 08, 2007
I spent yesterday afternoon watching Napoleon Dynamite
, which IMHO is a dumb movie in a brilliantly funny sort of way.
I especially like the part when there Pedro (the super blur Mexican) was running against Summer (bubbly bimbotic cheerleader) for class president. Here are their speeches:Summer: (in a breathy bubbly voice) Well, I'd never thought I would make it here today. I would be a great class president because I promise to put two new pot machines in the cafeteria. And I'm also gonna get a glitter Bonne Bell dispenser for all the girls' bathrooms. Oh, we're gonna get new cheerleading uniforms. Anyway, I think I'd be a great class president. Who wants to eat chimmychangas all year long? Not me. See, with it will be summer all year long!Pedro: (in a slow, monotonous, Mexican-accented voice) Hello. I don't have much to say. But I think it would be good to have some holy Santos brought to the high school. To guard the hallways and bring us good luck...
MUST WATCH OK.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 10:59 pm ::
Thursday, July 05, 2007
So that's why they're called HAMburgers
Sonny boy, you really have to learn how to embrace your paparazzi or else I'm going to run out of blogging material. Look, I wake up at 7am every morning to feed you, change your water, give you clean bedding, replace your bath sand and litter, and scoop out your little shit balls one by one. Really, the least you could do is give me FIVE adorable poses daily. Really. Is that too much to ask for?
Btw, the boy is getting really fat. And slightly cranky. And according to my mother, very lazy. My mother is very fascinated by him. She probably thinks that he's the only hamster on earth that knows how to daintily hold a sunflower seed between the paws and crack it open. Oh, and probably the only hamster who knows how drink from a water bottle. My sister secretly told me that my mother spends at least 10 minutes everyday watching the boy. And when I get home from work, she'll tell me the amazing and wonderful miracles he performed while I wasn't around.
Which is how I know that yesterday afternoon he pushed his dice-sized cube of timothy grass out of his plastic house.
"So strong!" my mother enthused.
My colleague MK is always calling PP Boy fat. And last night another colleague of mine, N, came to my house to see the boy. N has no love for animals big and small, but last night she was fascinated by PP Boy and even held him for a few seconds.
"Cute or not? Cute right?" I asked proudly.
"Very cute..." she answered.
I'm the proud owner of an Eric Cartman hamster. Just look at those KFC drumstick arms.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 9:32 pm ::
Sunday, July 01, 2007
The things I do for my little boy
My handphone alarm rings. It's 7am. I don't hit the snooze button. Instead I patiently get out bed and go downstairs to the back of the house where PP Boy's cage is.
He's still awake but he'll be heading to bed soon. He's shredding up pieces of tissue paper in his little plastic house. I tap the roof lightly a few times to coax him out. He comes out, nose twitching, curious. I take the house out of the cage and remove the old tissue paper bedding and hamster poo.
With a plastic spoon, I then search through the sawdust bedding for bits of poo and sunflower seed shells. I toss them into the hamster potty and when I'm done, I remove the potty and empty the soiled cat litter into the bin. I refill the potty with fresh litter and put it back in the cage.
PP Boy is climbing the cage grills. He's getting fatter and more daring. When he's nearing the top of the cage, he swings a little and uses his feet to push the cage door open. I catch him in time and put him in his wheel, where he scampers a few rounds half-heartedly.
I check the food bowl. All the sunflower seeds are missing but he left the rabbit pellets, dried corn and a few millet seeds. I toss the leftover food into the bin and replenish it with fresh seeds and grains.
Now it's time to change the drinking water. I'm faced with a dilemma. Usually I add liquid vitamins (for hamsters) into the drinking water, but it's a waste because the instructions call for 4 caps of vitamins to 30ml of water. PP Boy drinks roughly, what, 5ml of water a day? So it's a bloody waste of vitamins since I prefer to give him fresh drinking water everyday. However, I've come out with a new plan. Instead of adding the vitamins to the drinking water, I take a dried mealworm and break its head off. Using a syringe, I pump 2 or 3 drops of vitamins into the worm's hollow body and feed it to PP Boy. I think he senses that something is amiss because he takes slightly longer longer to eat the worm, but at least this way I don't waste vitamins.
Then I play with him for awhile, before putting him back into the cage. He goes over to the water bottle for a quick drink before heading straight into the house.
By then it's almost 8am.
I feel like a mother of a school-going kid. Wake up early everyday to dress the kid, brush his hair, and make him breakfast.
On second thoughts, I feel like more a maid because my mother never did all those for me. When I was back in school, the maid would wake me up and prepare my breakfast while my parents continued to sleep.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 11:52 pm ::