This is oooh sooo adorable!

Meet PePe, the Chihuahua!

I have high hope for this four-legged, round-headed cutesy little creature with a pair of large-straight ears here.

I am expecting him to unmistakably sweet-heartedly heart-meltingly deliver a birthday wish on my behalf.

(PePe—the Pups Banker!)

(PePe’s Birth Certificate)

(PePe’s always smiling)

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(PePe is hungry)

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(PePe is a Money-hungry puppy)

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(Yikes...)

(Handsomely-Cute PePe)

(PePe fetching Birthday Card)

I got so attached to this little guy here that i almost changed my mind about giving him away...But i trust the new owner will shower him with endless amount of care, love and tenderness.

I may not be the best person in the world to get acquainted with, and this may not be the best or even a good birthday gift at all, but it is nonetheless the result of some honest & painstaking effort of mine , not to mention the substantial amount of leg-work over the course of an entire weekend.

Promise me that PePe will be loved & cherished in his new home, and please remember to feed him everyday with your kaa-ching! Alright?...

Erm...I just absolutely HAVE to ask you this: Feeling OLDER already? You Birthday girl You! *gigglegigglegiggle*

Best Friends Forever?

“You and Her are each other’s best friend” you said to me, “I’m glad that she has a friend like you”.

If only i could wholeheartedly agree to this comment...

But, truth be told--i couldn’t help but having this bitter taste in my mouth lately, one that i can’t seemed to get rid of no matter how hard i tried.

It appeared to me that the cold distant feeling between us has grown into a more apparent form nowadays--there was never a good time to get a hold of Her over the phone, let alone having any amount of Her mind & face to face attention. Because if not exhausted from doing something, then She must be occupied with someone—and i figured i should just cut a long story short or even keep my distance, just so She could go back to whatever She was doing as soon as i am out of Her picture.

I always thought that nothing nourishes a two-way relationship like a mutually caring heart, some good conversations and a lot of quality times together--my feelings can never go too far or even sustain itself without any of these--and i am no longer sensing any of these between Me/Her for quite some time now.

Which is why i responded your comment with this: “I’d still be glad that we met and i got to know her so well, even if the future holds nothing for me and Her”.

I just wish that things between me and Her would turn out exactly the way you said it would: “Don’t worry, both of you are gonna be just fine”, “She’ll still hangout with you” ... ...

Day Number One, 2007

My last moment of ’06 were spent with a handful of buddies having way too much of a blissfully good times.

It was Loud it was Crazy it was Insane it was Maddening it was too much Fuuuuuun as we all karaoke-ing, booty-shaking, camwhoring, and screaming at the top of our lungs well past midnight into the new year.

After a whole night of outrageously great fun, i crashed into bed when the sun was just about to wake up for the first time of the year. But only to find myself half-awoken after a couple of hours later, not wanting to part with my bed yet, i decided to mindlessly roll around on it every other few minutes.

At last, hours later, i reluctantly dragged myself from the warmth of my bed and migrated to the couch, had my breakfast+lunch+dinner at one go, watched whatever the heck was on the TV, surf the net for a bit, teased someone over the phone, and sent/received some smses that put a big smile on my face.

At some point the quiet settings around me almost made me fell half-asleep, in the breeziness under a spinning fan, by the comfort of the sofa.

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Today is the first day of a brand new year.

And i think i’ve just discovered for myself—the beauty and importance of being idle.

.....ZZ...ZZ...ZZ...ZZ...ZZ...ZZ...ZZZZ....

(Fun, Bright, Colorful—the elements i wanna envision my future with)