I'm a bit pissed off actually. I went to the vet today to check out on Rex's left paw (he was limping slightly) and he seemed in a bit of discomfort. But the vet said it's fine and found a little infection between his paws..Advised me to pop it and put some antibiotics.? (Rex was not very co-operation on the Vet's table, i might say). All the struggling I had with the 2 nurses..whew..did I broke a sweat. He was given a shot of anti-inflammatory and antibiotics though. But, i doubt that was the reason. So instead of playing with him in the yard this evening which I normally do, we went swimming in the pool (ahh..less pressure on his little pawsy..then again i t a big paw! hehehe). Bobbi did too!!. I need a second opinion badly. Can't stand the sight of seeing him limping.. Poor Rex.
Over two decades have passed since Jennifer Beals, 41, won over the world with her warm smile and off-the-shoulder baggy sweatshirt. An unknown actress, whose only film credit was as an extra in "My Bodyguard," Beals skyrocketed to pop icon status for her starring role in the 1983 dance flick, "Flashdance." Although the film was a cultural phenomenon, Beals went from A-list to scandal queen when it was revealed that the young actress' famed dance moves weren't entirely her own. As crazy as it sounds, audiences felt betrayed, and a star was remarkably unborn. The Yale-educated actress spent the '80s starring in a number of box office disappointments while pursing her education. Efforts in such films as "The Bride" and "Split Decisions" did little to boost Beals' career. In fact, it wasn't until the late '90s that critics began to finally give Beals long-overdue praise for her acclaimed efforts in "Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle," "Devil in a Blue Dress," and "The Last Days of Disco." Beals proved she had the ability and toughness to not only survive Hollywood but to conquer it. Starring roles in several critically acclaimed indie films followed, including "The Anniversary Party" and "Roger Doger." These days, Beals is enjoying the success of Showtime's critically acclaimed series, "The L Word." The lesbian version of "Sex in the City," "The L Word," also starring Mia Kirshner, Pam Grier, Laurel Holloman, Erin Daniels, Leisha Hailey, and Karina Lombard, has become the surprise smash hit of this past season. The series, which will air its final episode this Sunday, April 11th, was recently renewed by Showtime for another season.
Why do we judge people? Unfortunately, despite my having an upbeat and non-judgmental attitude towards my fellow beings, one cannot help but to scrutinize people may it be in depth or just skimming the surface on their first impression. One individual seems to have so much in common to myself that I found uncanny. From his ability to think the same thing as I, to blurting out the same words at the same time are just unheard off till now. It even comes to a point of being weird. Take these new friends whom I have been going out on the regular at our watering hole. One particular character that amazes me, his ability in divulging himself in an almost endless fiddling exercises of fingering in pursuit to ultimate victory. Playing games in his cellphone whilst occasionally slurping off his beer only when senseful ‘cheers’ came about. With 'Buttons' by the Pussycat Dolls echoes in the background and Lionel Richie's & Robbie Williams wannabes echoes the room as we tried to make some good conversations, we went on knocking down Tigers in the pursuit of happiness? Not. Anyways, his (this particular friend) face sometimes almost expressionless, one cannot help but to wonder, why did he go out to have ‘fun’ on the first place. Why do people with good disposition, easy going character, invites you to go out for a drink but end up sitting quietly when you are in the pub and the pints starts coming in? Bewildered, I started to judge. Yet another individual, let's call him Mr. Cap; is in a more pleasant plains to be with. Cheerful and easy to talk to. With all the smiling does he ever get cheek cramps, and I mean facialwise. I started to judge. Going out with your mates means knocking down alcoholic beverage senseless, so I was told. The whole idea seemed justified when the beers starts coming in. As the night gets into dizzying frenzies, another group came in a night of social romps. My best mate, being less judgmental than I am, is always a cheerful bloke. I believe that if you leave all your ‘baggages’ behind, just breathe the air that everyone else does and not worry about the coming minutes, things may just look all nicey and gay. Putting this into perspective with an alcohol level of over 3.5 (not a difficult feat to accomplish), notice people starts to loosen up and the judging diminishes. So stop judging. What makes the world a better place is to stop spending petty efforts in evaluating people. I myself learnt that just a couple of weeks ago and come to think of it, am too lazy nowadays to even evaluate myself let alone others. Life comes in different array of colours, so does people. Now I'm enjoying my mates company without having to worry whether they are having a blast or not, coz I believe that they are in their own funny ways. Let's just go out and enjoy life & let the judging done by Him. It takes too much brain cells to do that,..with all the alcohol in my blood, I'd be damn lucky if I still have enough to even think... Cheers..!!
Damn.. after the injury, it's taking me some time to get back into shape. It's not like I need to get a Brad Pitt lean physique or a Beckham's stamina (don't mind though) but let's face it I ain't getting no younger..sshh. I got my running shoes ready, motivated like a puppy with a new toy. Then it rains. Did I get disappointed? Did I rush to the gym? Hell No!! Ran to the TV lounge and crash! I called up two friends to get them join me in the quest to ultimate fitness & looking absolutely fabulous! Enthusiastic yet? Not. But we do need our dosage of adrenaline rushes, beautiful healthy flushed cheeks, firm tummy no? Don't we? Yes we do, as much we find it so appealing to march to the nearest pub for a jug of beer, we MUST make that same route to health to give the phrase Yin & yang a perfect balance. In my case, it's a bit lopsided (damn lopsided!) So do we give up on the booze? That ever fulfilling sensation of beer guzzin' and ass slapping (hey..where did that come from?).. ok minus the slapping. Hell NOOO!! Balance is the key word,.(yeah right! ..who said that ??) Bottom line is..let's get it started. Like the saying goes, if the beer mug is frozen before pouring in the beer, it'll sure taste damn good! Don't ask me what that really means.. Mesh ! it's saturday nite. Let's goooo....!!
Probably an over-rated word but very few actually mastered it. I for one, a firm believer in positivity in life. True, it's not like boiling water, simply, but it's not rocket science either. Having to change ones attitude or perception rather that makes it somewhat easier. Could a common homosapien actually catapult himself into positivedom in a month? If it is possible, how sweet life would be for us, the extinction of deadlogs in the office front and the cease of tiresome counselling sessions with your subordinates. Life! Sweet! Alas, we can only dream. I would probably have much better chance in striking an intellectual conversation in a dingy pub in Donggongon with some semi conscious drunk, cigarette in one hand and a mug of Stella in one that you'd probably require a jackhammer to release the mug, especially after 1am. Don't know why, but them folks refuse to let go (now let's not go into the drinking bit). But don't get me wrong, it is actually easy to change your mindset if practised. Imagine dropping your RM1000 cellphone (yikes!!). I've seen some women screeched at the top of their lungs as if they've just bumped into their most hated competitor wearing the same dress in a party (guys, if that happens, run! Run like the wind!). Anyway,..cellphone..yeah ok. It dropped. Give out a yelp or something within that decibel range and check the bloody phone if it still works. If it does, cheer up! celebrate! If it's busted..1) swear!! $*!^ if the cellphone still doesn't work then 2) scream like a girl! unless if you are a girl then scream.. like a girl??
" I think about that sometimes - learning to play in a parking lot, stringing nets between cars. I learned to play by hitting against a brick wall, not a ball machine or other players. And my Father was my coach - teaching me from a twenty year-old book. When I hear people say that you can't make it in tennis if you don't have a lot of money, I know they're wrong. We didn't have much money. But I loved the sport and that was enough." - Monica Seles -
In Bed With Rex
Hmm..daddys bed is so much better than mine..!
Aww..he was 3 months then..
Rex & Bobbi
Playtime..I like this caviar taste tennis ball..yumm.. Not. Goku stop scratching Rex's butt!