A more useful Garfield

This fatty bom bom Garfield is such a lazy bones! All he does is eat and sleep and lounge around all day!


I've had enough! I decided I'd make him more useful around the house so after some tinkering, I now present to you : Garfield Tissue Box Holder!


He doesn't move around much anymore. Maybe he needed all his insides to work properly huh? hmmmm....

Rained in!

Sometimes, it rains in the desert. Very rare, but it happens. In fact, its just once a year I hear. It rained this morning and if you go back to one of my older blog entries, you'll realise that it was roughly about the same time last year that I experienced rain for the first time in this dust bowl.

This time was slightly different though. Instead of a shower for 30 mins or so, it rained for 4 hours. By this country's standards, thats like rain for 40 days and 40 nights straight. Of course, the brilliant town planners, civil engineers and infrastructure builders had all of this well thought out so naturally everything was flooded. Drainage? What is this thing you call drainage? Insha-allah I go pray. It was a bloody catastrophe.

There was water everywhere! Roads were flooded. Pavements were submerged. I could not even get out of my own driveway! I was rained in. Looking out of my window, you'd think I was living in some luxurious water front villa. No, make that a swamp front slum.



I'd probably need a canoe if I wanted to get out of the house at all. Of course I didn't have a canoe. Who the hell would own a canoe in the middle of a desert? I decided to venture out to have a look to see if there was any hope of the water residing so that I could get to work on time. But before I could even step out of my driveway, I heard a gurgling sound and saw something struggling in the water in front of me. What could it be? I quickly waded over and reached out to grab what looked like a little hand! And goodness I was aghast at what I saw. It was.........crap what do you call them? It was one of those........urmmmm......It was an arab child. *shudder* I cannot believe I actually touched it. Plonk! I dropped it back and returned to my house to wash my hands.

broken teacup

Noooooooooo! I broke my teacup! My nice, so simple its cool teacup! This is a catastrophe!!! Sigh....

Ok so its just a teacup. But I hate it when I break something that makes me happy. I love tea and drinking tea from that teacup makes me happy. Some of you might know it. Its the clear glass mug from muji. It slipped from my soapy hands while I was doing the dishes and in slo mo I watched it fall from my hands to the bottom of the sink. It wasn't even a great height but it was enough. With a sickening clang I saw crack lines appear all over the side of the mug. My shrill scream might've caused a few more cracks but it was a goner anyway.

Sickening. Why did they make the glass so brittle anyway? It must be a ploy to get us, gullible consumers, to keep going back to buy more. This is the second one I've owned that's broken by the way. The first one was broken by my housekeeper. You know what I think? They should make 'em with bullet proof glass. Yes! The kind that is used for the car windows on the vehicles of various leaders around the world. Now that would be a good cup.

I could enjoy my tea right in the middle of a gun battle and not worry that my cup would shatter! badabada bang! KA-PWING! KA-PWING! *sips tea* HA! Eat that osama!

Of course, why anyone would choose to sit in the middle of a gun fight sipping tea is beyond me. But thats besides the point. I am vexed at the loss of my teacup. Now I've gotta wait to return to Singapore before I can make my way to Muji to buy another. Maybe I should bubble wrap my next one before I use it. Brilliant.