Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Apologies for not posting these past few days. Haven't had much free time as I've been catering to the above-pictured 20 pound blob of fur who's been aptly named Beans. This puppy passes gas all the time! Havea couple of doodles to upload though. All inspired by the puppy, of course. Will try to post these sketches as soon as I get my scanner from the manfriend's place. And until I get my gadget back, enjoy the photos of my new forever-happy-to-see-you flatmate. He's growing at lightspeed!
Friday, October 20, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
I ask and the magic 8 ball answers. "Better not tell you now." Hmm. I attended an info session for UC Berkeley's Haas MBA program last night. Am wanting to attend the program now more than ever. Will do whatever it takes to get my bottom in the door. Oh wait. I did that two years ago. Got my bottom in the door, was waitlisted, and then rejected. Not good enough. A poor fit. So perhaps I should rephrase? I will do whatever it takes to straight-up be offered admissions. Now if only I can figure out what "whatever it takes" is.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
But ooh, one last comment. A bit odd that their eyes and mouths are displayed on the top of their heads as opposed to their sides?
Another "gift" from Pams:
You never know what you're gonna get...
Still waiting to hear back from the breeder as to which puppy the manfriend and I will be assigned. We feel like parents in line for adoption. While we were able to select the sex and breed of our future family member (male english labrador), all other traits were beyond our control.
The reality of the situation is that one of the three baby boys will be going on to be lead the life of a show dog. The remaining two will make up the pool from which our "normal" puppy will be chosen. Having met and seen photos of all three, the manfriend and I have concluded that "Red" (the pup that wears the red collar whom we've named "Boo) will most likely be the one to move on to pageant life. Which means either "Blue (the pup who's been wearing the blue collar whom we've named "Beans") or "Green" (the pup who's been wearing the green collar whom we've named "Batman") will be coming home with us a week from now.
It's a win-win situation, really. Both pups are adorable in their own ways. The two, however, share numerous differences. For starters, whereas Beans is sleek and slim, Batman is "big-boned." Whereas all the other pups boast smooth shiny coats, Batman sports a natural perm. A wild 'fro! Finally, whereas all the other pups are rambunctious and wild, Batman is very chill. Often sleeeeepy. Kind of moody, kind of sad. (See above photo.) The manfriend and I think he has self-esteem issues because everyone's been pointing at him and laughing at him since he was a teeny-tiny baby. Which explains why the manfriend and I have decided to address him by "Batman" if we are assigned him. A super name to boost his super low self-confidence. Will let you you all know who I get as soon as I know myself!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
P.S. Clarification. Above sketch is not one of a blob sporting a coned-shaped hat. Supposed to be one of a dropped ice-cream cone. Melting. Just in case you were wondering...
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Illustration Friday entry. Topic: Trouble
One of the fondest memories I have of my childhood is one involving my my dad and a giant cookie. I had come home from class one day having tasted "the-best-cookie-ever." A classmate's mother had baked us chewy peanut-butter cookies, and I desperately wanted to recreate the delicious treat. Always eager to please his favorite (read: only) daughter, my father offered to bake with me. Mind you, he's one, Chinese. And two, a man. The odds were against us from the start. Upon reaching the point at which cookie dough had been created, my father, not wanting to spend unnecessary time scooping and shaping each individual cookie, suggested that we bake one large cookie as opposed to many mini cookies. Not knowing any better, I thought, "This man is brilliant. This man is genius. The bigger the cookie, the better!" Yet what ultimately resulted was a colossal failure of a baked-good--burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. Apparently trouble comes to those who attempt to be too clever...
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Was browsing useless goods online when I laid eyes upon a mini notebook with the above quote embossed on top. Depressed me a bit as the cheesy quote got me thinking that I probably haven't been giving my career and/or life "my all" as of late and I really should start focusing once again. Grr. Thinking turns out to be an incredibly hazardous activity and I do not recommend it.
Loving: Ici's homemade ice-cream in Berkeley (they had rocky-road), my Puo-Puo (grandma--her birthday is today), Grey's coupled with Chinese take-out. Loathing: property tax payments (a kick in the balls--if I had balls), b-school application essays, notebooks with thought-provoking quotes.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
These pups can get away with murder... that's just how cute they are.
Now five and a half weeks old, the litter's up and walking.
From top to bottom (the entire litter):
Beans (not his actual name) and kids (not mine).
Boo (not his actual name). He's a crybaby (but a very cute one).
Batman (not his actual name). Always sleepy. Always sweet.
Stanley (actual name). He's so fluffy he looks like a golden
Rosie (actual name). Only girl.