BLoGGeR PaNDa

Being without car is definitely the suckiest condition ever. The unsexiness of being a parasite. Hmmh. However, parasite might be an incorrect term, since parasites do not contribute to the host anything in return. At least when I leech I make my host eligible to get on the carpool lane.

By the way, either somebody visited my blog waaay too many times, or, at least 30 people checked out my latest post before sundown of the next day. That tells me I’m 29 short of comments, darlings. No pressure, though.

Vegas post will be up once my Powerbook gets a faster internet connection.

This is my 2nd to last week of freedom! I do not wanna go back to PCC. I was explaining to Anton why.

sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
firstly, there is nothing in pensa except for destin (which is not even in pensa)
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
secondly, i have to endure wearing hose again, at all times, in 99% humidity
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
thirdly, 99% humidity
lunatic says:
hehe
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
fourthly, no cable internet or tv (byebye reality shows!!) or any other entertainment
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
fifthly, no more getting up at 11am
lunatic says:
ok…..
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
sixthly, no more going out with mixed group
lunatic says:
i can understand……
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
seventhly, going back to share a leeetle room with 3 other girls whom i don’t know
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
eighthly, i wanna work and make money rather than go to school for two more semesters
lunatic says:
hmmm, understandable
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
really?
lunatic says:
that’s all?
lunatic says:
are there any more u wanna add?
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
ninthly, no more jeans
sTRaNdEd PaNda says:
tenthly, no more dimsum
lunatic says:
i knew there were more…

Now understandably some non-PCC people who read this might feel weirded out due to some facts about my school. But that’s not anybody’s fault. The College does have its own whack rules. (Good conversation material for me, though. I get totally awed responses.)  But Anton really pacified me by saying that these problems are probably common to all PCC girls. Yes! I’m not alone! I just have to pray that people will open up Dimsum and Korean BBQ restaurants in Pensacola. (I don’t even dare to hallucinate about Indo restaurants.)

I’m still waiting on the rest of my Vegas pictures which are currently, I believe, lodged in my friend’s friend’s computer. *finger tapping* *foot tapping* *hair tapping*
So while we wait, might as well have another Jaka tribute.

This is Jaka getting a bath!

First off, drench and work up bubbles.

Make sure you don’t miss an inch.

As you can see, this is Jaka’s favorite part of the bath. Top of head.

Dry with a warm, soft, apple scented towel…

…and you got yourself a little wet rat!

(who loves you very much)

P.S. Be sure to clean tub after use.
Do not use tub if:  1) dog has fleas or ticks;  2) dog is bigger than tub.
Do not use your own shampoo, conditioner, hairbrush, or towel for the doggie - he does not appreciate such gesture. And yes, aromatherapy candles may be used to enhance the mood for both you and the dog.

P.P.S.  I have some movie files version of this episode, which I’m sure everybody’s interested to see.

P.P.P.S.  Of course I bathe him in the tub! Where else do you suggest? Chain him in the driveway and hose him down and expect him to sit quietly?

Proving an argument for the sake of Fiji:

There is such a thing as a beach panda.
But of course you’ve never seen this real-life photograph before, Fiji, so that’s quite alright.

I’m on a quest for a lychee martini. I have an inkling that Bakersfield has no such thing. On one occassion I got a blank look and a "What’s that?" from a waitress, which was followed by my sad explanation: "Lychee. Some type of, uh, Asian, uh, fruit.. I guess…"

Lychee • Noun • Chinese fruit having a thin brittle shell enclosing a sweet jellylike pulp and a single seed.
Yes I looked it up on the dictionary. Laugh all you want. But here’s a message for kids: we should never be ashamed of our vocab infatuations or other abnormalities.

All geekiness aside, now. This is what it looks like after a visit to Miyoshi.

David always orders sake, never fails. Makes me question if we really went there for the sushi. (I don’t care for the sake, I like the inspirational shape of sake bottles.)

Sorry for being perfectly uneventful with this entry. I wanted to say I bathed Jaka again but that’s getting kinda old. Maybe I’ve been doing nothing far too much and far too often.