Shaking leg.

"STOP IT! YOU'LL SHAKE YOUR FORTUNES AWAY!" That's my mom except that she'll say it in Hakka or Cantonese.

I don't live with her anymore, she's back in Seremban and despite all the tough love I do miss her at times. No, we're not the lovey dovey huggy wugy kind of family. Real traditional and orthodox. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just different.

Back to my flash back...

I'm sitting in the office after munching on half a packet of Oreos and for suddenly realise that there is an isolated earthquake. "Sugar" I thought to my self and almost immediately I could hear my mom booming those very words above and I stopped.

Traditionally that was the reason they gave but let's explore a little now shall we.

Some of the reasons that I can muster with my sugar laden brain for this phenomenon is excess energy. Probably supplied by caffeine, sucrose or ADHD. No where else for the energy to go so your body cleverly devises a way to release it.

Boredom from being stuck in a dull meeting/lecture. Can't escape physically so you mind starts to wander in search of something to entertain it's self. Be it doodling, day dreaming or leg shaking.

Anxiety:Reasons similar to excess energy.

Bad habit like picking your nose or biting your nails.

Throughout my short years of existence I managed to come up with 1 very good argument. In my opinion that is. That being that I'm exercising. Which is not too far fetched. I AM utilising certain part of my body muscles in a repetitive and often rhythmic pattern. That didn't go down well with mom ;p

Well shall we see it from their view point then?

Seeing someone who unwittingly shakes their leg could portray many thoughts. One being that the person is nervous. So perhaps you'll see many legs ashaking at the exam halls or interview rooms.

Another thought is unrefined. How uncivilised leg shaking, legs crossed at the knees, body slouching. So in order to looked more civilised we should all sit legs crossed at the ankle ala princess diaries, back straight, shoulders back and chest out?

It can be quite distracting as well to the observer. Is that person listening to me? Is he bored? Does he care? Is he even trying to pay attention?

It's okay if that observer is a nobody but these days everybody is somebody, especially you boss, lecturer, mom.

So I shall make a conscious effort to channel my energy else where before a have my sugar crash. Blogging for example^^

*This post was written under the influence of sugar @_O"

The Old Dog...

Morning sunshine~

This is Gucci, my mom's 4 year old Shi-Tzu/Baby. He's hobbies include sleeping on laps, sleeping on floors,sleeping on carpets, sleeping in the car as an arm rest as seen in the picture below.


Loves stalking Lulou, bathing, blow dry, combing, trimming, and massages. You can flip him all over and he'll be contently sleeping.

The old dog.

Dislikes being left alone and Sky.



A random picture I took on the way to lunch The other day.

What shall I name this? Any ideas?

Pictures taken with SE C903.

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Love World, Love Sloggi.

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The world is filled with many simple joys in life if you know where to look and recently I've found one big one.

What I love in this world is the simple pleasures in life that Ben brings me.

Someone to hug and laugh with when the world puts you down.

Someone to hold when I'm falling

Someone to kiss and make the boo boo all better

Someone with strong shoulders for me to cry on.

Someone to whisk me away for a moment of passion.

We're starting a new life together and family is a big part of it.

Thus we want our kids and grand kids to someday be able to look at our wedding photos and recognize the Spice Garden where he held my hand as we trekked for 30 minutes despite me being in 4 inch heels.

Or the beach that grand pa pulled grand ma aside for a private moment together .

As well as the secret of how despite being in the shoot for more then 16 hour we were still giggling and laughing all the way.

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Who wouldn't like to make the earth a cleaner place by wearing something so comfortable and feeling sexy? I know I would.

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See, even our fur-kids Lulou and Sky loves mother nature.

P/S: Hubbie loves Sloggi too, but on me of course^^

Dans Mon Jardin.

Il ya un jeune bambou dans mon jardin.
Est-il pleurer pour sa maman?
Ou est-il transpire?
Grandissent vite, jeune pousse...

There is a young bamboo in my garden.
Is it crying for its mother?
Or is it sweating?
Grow up soon, young shoot.

These little babies grow up so quikly! In 2-3 weeks time they can be taller than me.

Again, comments on the photography and not on the broken french.

*Photo taken with SE k800i camera mobile phone.

In your face Pet Society/Harvestmoon/ any other farming game out there.

I love spending time in my little garden just tending to their needs and getting all excited with the slightes noticeable growth. I found a couple of lovely things in my garden this week.

Star burst of flowers. I saw a purple version and it looks lovely! But I have no idea how to transplant it. Get it? transPLANT?

But this it what got me really excited as in jumping around in my little garden quietly shouting "YES YES!" to my self. Remember this plant from my other post here?

Can you see it? Look closer^^

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Yes, it's a cucumber^^

Why is it in that shape I don't know but it's my very own home grown with love, compost and water cucumber.

85/86. Depending who you ask.

It's been a while since I last got gussied up for dinner. Last Saturday was Ben's maternal grandma's birthday! Depending who you asks she's 85/86 years young. So a trip Farmer's River Sungai Petani we went.

Me in a green dress. Love the vintage lace.

Ben trying too hard. Noticed we're wearing matching green?

Oh here's a closer shot at my dress. 1st time wearing it.

Dress: Kookai

Handbag: Vincci

Lol's this is Gucci, Ben's mother's dog/baby. He always sleeps in the car like an arm rest.

Dr. Ben being Dr. Grandson.

Family picture. Huge cake as there were 30 over people with kids craving for cake.

The food was alright but the company was great. Managed to catch up and meet old and new family members. Daddy even spurred up the courage to serenade Ah Ma and mom! I got it all on tape in case it comes in useful.

Saturday Morning Delight.

Woke up early this morning and decided to make the family some pancakes^^

Got this really easy recipe watching Jamie, non of those exorbitant pancake mix.

1 mug full of self raising flour

1mug full of milk

1 egg

2 tablespoon of sugar

1 teaspoon of salt

I like to add in a few dashes of cinnamon as well^^

Mix all of them together well and allow the batter sit of about 15-20 mins. Then heat away in the pan a ladle at a time.

Good tip is to leave it to cook and only flip it when you see air bubbles raising to the top.

Thank God for non stick pans.

Not easy to make it in to heart shapes with out a mold but luckily I had foreseen this and made extra batter.

Needless to say the rejects were eaten by yours truly and those that kinda sorta resembled hearts were served as Saturday morning delights with a few generous squirts of dark chocolate and maple syrup.

Bon Apetite.

p/s: If you make it thin enough perhaps you can pass it off as crepes! Add in whipped cream, some fruits or a slice of cheesecake from Secret Recipe and wrap it up? Hmm...perhaps I'll try that 1 day. Would that please you?

“How Could You?”

A little something that touched my heart and I wish to share with my little corner of the world.

Copyright Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself – a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

A note from the author:

If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in America’s shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. I appreciate receiving copies of newsletters which reprint “How Could You?” or “The Animals’ Savior,” sent to me at the last postal address below.

Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

If you are a member of an animal welfare organization, I encourage you to participate in the Spay/Neuter Billboard Campaign from ISAR (International Society for Animal Rights); for more information, please visit: http://www.i- s-a-r.com

Thank you,

Jim Willis,
Director, The Tiergarten Sanctuary Trust, accredited member of The American Sanctuary Association, and Program Coordinator, International Society for Animal Rights

Of Black Heads.

I love taking random shots with my mobile phone camera.

Rather then lugging around a DSLR, of which I'm not worthy of, I'd rather have my new trusty SE C903. I especially love taking details of subjects in macro mode.

I admit though with the 5.o mega pixels I couldn't take details really close up. But I'm happy with these 2 pictures I took recently with a noirish twist.

I know it's just a kepala udang prawn heads,

but I love how the burnt bits adds a gritty feel to this.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Sky having a nap despite me hovering around him like a pesky fly.

I'm obviously not a professional photographer but any advice or comments on these pictures are humbly welcomed.

P/S: These are virgin photos straight from my MS untouched , uncropped, unsaturated, unchanged by PS understand? ^^ Not by choice but by lack of knowledge.

Joke for today.

While listening to Michael Bublé on the radio I told Ben "You know he had his big career break while singing in a wedding? He was discovered by this very famous, old piano playing composer" and he quickly replied "Mozart?"

The answer is David Foster.

Mind you, Ben had finished his Gred8 in piano.

My Favourite Surfing Spot.

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My favourite surfing spot ideally it would be somewhere calm and peaceful. Someplace where I can feel most at ease without having to worry about people peering over my shoulders. Somewhere where I can laugh, cry or curse in solitude. A place I believe many great thinking were done, as well as countless plots are hatched.

Yes I’m speaking of the good old dependable and indispensable bathroom. You heard me right the lavatory, restroom, W.C, commode, ladies’ room, little girl's room and many more.

I know you’re probably snickering with this picture in mind

I must confess that I’m not the most agile of person to be able to hold that stance long enough for me to check my e-mails let alone reply a tweet on my netbook.

What I’m talking about is more like this.

Ah, that's better.

Well perhaps in an ideal world where I live in Traders Hotel as a permanent residence. But you get the idea.

Either sitting on your throne as you wait for matters to pass. Or soaking in a nice warm tub of water ofuro style, all this tranquility is bound to bring out the creative juices to blog, return an e-mail to a long lost friend, or even plan and book your next exotivc holiday perhaps?

In fact if I was chosen someday to be in Project Alpha it might be pretty boring as the crew would be waiting at the door as I soak in my bubble bath.

Worried about having bad connections but don't wanna lug about a brick of a modem? How bout this sleek oh so noir P1 USB modem?

Well that's all I have to share from this creature of eccentric habit. Can I have my money now please? ^^

*WARNING: Surfing in the bathroom close to large body of water may result in unfortunate loss of electrical appliences and life.

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Dans mon jardin. (In my garden)

LET THERE BE LIFE!

The random kangkung shoots left over from my stir-fried kangkung dish has a new breath in life! look at them^^ but not sure how long I'll have to wait till I have enough. Hmm...perhaps I should get a larger pot?

Spring onions^^ I know, the focus is all wacked.

Et le pièce de résistance. And the masterpiece.

Any idea what plant is this? Try and guess. I'm just ecstatic to see it blooming.

Beat this Harvestmoon & Pet Society.

Update from the previous Mon Jardin post. My nangka tree fell ill and died.... Avocado seems to be weakening. planning to transfer it to a pot filled with yummy goodness from Mother Earth.

Pussy cats~

I like dogs but I prefer cats. Perhaps it's their whole independence and aloofness that catches my fancy. Felines have always been part of my life since I was born and they still are with the recent addition of Lulou. Named after Lelouch of Code Gease.

Lately I've been taking pictures with the camera from my mobile phone K800i now upgraded to C903. Just pictures of random and often stray cats and before I knew it I have about 15 cats living in my phone.

Some pictures are clear others are not so but these are just little things to share with you. Mind you, I have no ideas about compositions, bokeh, lighting and such. Though I would love to learn some basic picture taking skill. (One of the items on my wish list to the right -->)

Je vous présente Monsieur Grey. Handsome fellow with a gentle demure. Doesn't beg but just sits there politely waiting for a treat, if you could spare some.

This is Mr. Greys' friend. Shall we name him Mr. Why? He works fast, sprinting table to table entertaining the guest, regardless whether they like it or not. But me thinks he's camera shy, for every time I pull out my weapon of choice to shoot, off he sprints!

So that is all for now. Any advice on basic picture taking are welcomed and merci, you lovely people, for stopping by.

À bientôt ...

Can Solomon, Eli, Percy and Alice play together?

I managed to squeeze in a few movies in March, not all were the best choices but I appreciated the respites.

So here is my short movie reviews:

1) Solomon Kane. (Van Helsing, Demon slaying)

Nice effects. Van Helsing like but good character and exciting plot. Some part would leave you going "o.O???" Like didn't the pilgrim went ahead of him with their horses? So Why did they double back and stumbled on him?

2) Book of Eli. (Fall out3, dusty, walking, chopping and reading)

If you are a fan of the post apocalyptic world then this is alright. Though not as messy or devastating as in Fall out 3. Has some nice fight scenes. I loved the one under the bridge with the sword. Contains cannibals and a twist in the end that make you go "WTF?! But then how did he managed all this while?"

3) Percy Jackson and the lightning thief. (Zac wanna be, predictable plot, fiction but not science based.)

"High School Musical without the music." Loved that line. I went in with low expectations and I wasn't disappointed. I think that character wise could have been more believable. Love the new look Hades has. Medusa? Sigh, big disappointment there, far cry from Kill Bill I say.

Now I have a beef with this movie. Firstly, lightning=electricity, which last time I remembered can be conducted by water.

Next this is based on the story of Perseus, a demi God that was actually explained in the movie. In the legend, Perseus had a lovely adventure (Looking forward to Clash of The Titans) and slayed Medusa. My beef was if this was a modern adaption then why bring up the old Perseus? Who had already slayed Medusa. Who somehow without explanation is still alive. Parallel universe?

4) Alice in Wonderland. (MAD, cute characters, dark, disproportions)

Huge fan of Tim, Johnny and Helena. On that note, this movie IS NOT THE SAME STORY LINE as the book. This story is about many years after Alice has left Wonderland. Overall great performance and directing , effect were good and tickled my imagination.

Might be little dark for young kids as they might have nightmares about the Mad Hatter and strongly recommend watching the original Disney cartoon or read the book before watching this as many of the memorable characters only made a cameo appearance. "Spoon!"

I know the queen is suppose to be the antagonist here but I just don't see her a evil villain. Poor thing has been neglected and feels so insecure with her overtly large noggin. She had resorted to extreme ways to make people love her and unfortunately is surrounded by insincere people. Thus she gave up and decided that "It is better to be feared then to be loved." Know of anyone like that?

So here is the end of my short movie review.

Mon Cheri~

Feeling a little used today. Yes, it's story time. And by story I mean ranting.

I was asked to help someone with a favour. Feeling suspicious as that person has asked me many times before to complete things that said person is perfectly capable to accomplish, I declined. Thus started the call of the banshee. Of how that person is so tired, that there's no one but me to help, that no one understands and everyone is out to make life harder.

From sadness that person soon turn to anger saying that that was the least I could do and how I was incompetent and lazy. Hey, hello! Weren't you the one who asked me to HELP you. You asked meaning I could decline.

So the reason I declined, as you might have known, is that I felt used. Maybe it was my hormones acting up making me feel used maybe I was spreading myself too thin, perhaps I was being a spoilt little brat who is finding excuses not to help that person?

Well the excuse that I came up with is, thanks to episodes of Doctor Phil, I didn't want to be an enabler. Sometimes we have to give some tough love. I guess I'm one of those person who will help if I feel you really needed it but will decline if I really couldn't or feel that you can achieve far more one your own. Sometimes by helping someone to do everything out of love can be a bad bad thing. You are literally crippling that person.

I guess that's how brats are born. Them knowing there are people to wait on them hand and foot. As well as the feeling knowing that you have no basic survival instinct other than flashing your puppy eyes, smile, boobs, credit card or your anger to get it your way, any where any how.

So what would you do if you have a colleague, friend, partner, lover or family member like that?

And how much of tough love is alright before it turns to neglect?

UPDATE: In the end I gave in and tried to help that person. Only to fail as I didn't know how to ;p It's now settled by the said person. Yeay!

To celebrate I rewarded my self with a lovely piece of heavenly bliss. It contains the most delicious elixir of cherry that bursts in your mouth when you bite in to it giving you immediate warmth from the cherry alcohol and once the dark chocolate has melted in your mouth whats left is a piece of preserved drunken cherry...Can you say Mon Cheri?

Why are my thighs tingling?!

Woke up in the morning feeling like...CEASER MILLAN!

In case you don't know who Ceaser Millan is, he is a dog trainer based in Los Angeles and does wonders with dogs. His approaches are often simple yet powerful. With a series called "The Dog Whisperer" you can see the does win over the dogs with his calm-assertive energy. No shouting or beatings just calm-assertive energy. What i really like about him is his innate sense to understand dogs and their behaviour driving him to set up a dog psychology center in LA. You see, dogs are simple animals living in the now. Even aggressive large breeds (Mr. Millans specialty) like Pit bulls can be balance and happy animals.

Inspired by his videos I decided to bring Sky out for a nice long walk and boy was it fun! Difficult at first but using the reverse leash technique we were happily working up a sweat! Sure he would try to dominate me by going in front once in a while but with a short tug to the side and a shush we're back on track. We had so much fun that we were out for about an hour just brisk walking and even ran for the final few minutes. Being a person who seldom exercises it felt good. Sure I was sweaty, my face was blushing, my thighs for some reasons felt like ants were crawling all over them but it was a great feeling to walk with Sky. A bonding experience of sorts.

I admit I'm no where near his level but it's good to know that there is hope for aggressive dogs. Professional hope.

A few quotes that I gathered from Wikipedia:

• "It’s not about the dog. It’s always about us. It’s always about the owner. It’s up to us to create an environment and circumstances in which the dog can thrive and be itself.”
• "To be happy, (dogs) basically need a good job, and good food, and a pat on the head. Americans tend to over-do on the affection and under-do on the exercise.
• "Stay calm and assertive."
• "Never work against Mother Nature."
• "You can say as much as you want, but the (dogs are) picking up what is... inside of you."
• "Humans are the only animals who will follow unstable pack leaders."
• "No dog is too much for me to handle. I rehabilitate dogs, I train people. I am the dog whisperer."

You can check out his site here. Please, before getting a dog, check out his tips. They are not toys that you play dress up with and show off then chuck aside when you are bored with them.

Shhhh....I think I'm developing a crush on Mr. Millan. Sure he's not your typical Brad Pitt look alike but there's something about his confident calm assertive energy that makes you admire him. No wonder the dogs love him. Don't tell Ben ;p

Attack of the Chap Goh Mei Monster!

Truth be told Chap Goh Mei a.k.a Chinese Valentines slipped our mind. Perhaps our subconscious minds were at work when we suddenly felt like having some thing special at Manhattan Fish Market. So we ordered this baby.




Now we weren't expecting Lobsterman level but were we pleasantly surprised. The size was quite decent, not your normal huge prawn pretending to be lobsters. And the meat was fresh and succulent and went oh so well with the cheesy sauce that came with it.

The Lobster blushing , spread in all its glory.

Lobster, mussels, calamari, fries and rice.

After our delicious dinner, we stopped by Sakae Shushi for some munchies.

Hotate for Ben

I never tried this dish before and perhaps it was because I was watching Iron Chef the night before I felt compelled to try it.

Salmon Carpaccio. Basically it's pounded raw salmon with some olive oil and soy sauce. Erm... wait, isn't that shashimi? Well shashimi isn't pounded this is.

It was here that I received messages from friends wishing us a Happy Chap Goh Mei. Glad to know that we celebrated it unknowingly.

Finally a last shot of the monster.
"Grr!"

An olfactory adventure.

A little update on Sky. This was Day 2 of his OFF LEASH! adventure a few weeks back But still in the compounds of the house of course ^^

"Potted plant. CHECK!"

"Fortifications. CHECK!"

"Grass. CHECK!!"

I think he loves the smell of green grass.

Bling bling~

Guys like shiny things like new cars, leather jackets, chrome casings but girls instead prefer sparkly things such as gems and crystals.

So here is a little affordable self indulgence for me. One fine day I decided to bling my boring dull office. Bought my fix from non other than Jolene at The Sticker Monster.

Girls if you have ever collected stickers in your younger days definitely drop by her site. Guys, if your looking for something to cheer up your girlfriend pick something up from here. Anyone else who wants to bribe nephews, nieces, kiddies go here! that being said, guys shield your eyes.

It's here! Neatly packed and ready to cheer up any dull place.

These are my booty. See it sparkle?~ Feeling happier yet?

Make over Subject 1: Sweet Jar.

Make over Subject 2: Vanity Mirror.

It took me about 2 hours and countless funny stares from my office mates but finally I completed it and my work for the day as well. Here are the results...

Something sweet to keep my sweets^^

Closer details of the bottom part.

The top. I was going for an abstract look. That means messy and unconventional (=

Closer look at the Vanity Mirror.

Bottom portion.

Tadaa!~ Transformation complete!

The sparkly stones came in sticker form so I didn't have to use any glue! I literally mutilated the stickers meant for MP3/4 as they were stuck together on a sheet but I had other plans. So feeling all mighty with a box knife I shaped the sheet into the desired pieces and re attached them. Unfortunately 5 of them didn't stick well because I accidentally riped out the glue portion but I'm keeping them safe till I can get my hands on some suitable adhesives. But 5 out of like 700+ ain't bad.

What do you think? Should I bling more stuff? Suggestions? Other colors? Or is it too blinding?