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07 April, 2008

Say hello to Poopah!

03:17:18 | Little Things |

My apologies if you haven’t seen me lurking around your blogs during the past two weeks or so. Time is really tight on my site recently, especially with the impending deadlines and the final examinations. As of now, it’s 3.00 A.M. in the morning and I’m trying to squeeze an entry before I take a shower and head off to sleep.

Psychology report is done, and I’m immensely happy with it. Although I find it queer how the main report is only two pages (that’s the limit) and my appendices and references span the remaining seven.

Safe to say, I’ve had great fun working on this - acquired a lot of new knowledge through the research and even doing the report itself was fun, as in “Hmm, how do I flower-ize this sentence to make it sound more profound?” kind of fun. (Yes, have you SEEN actual reports done by those in the field of Psychology? Their language use boggles the mind, in a good way.)

On to more interesting things other than schoolwork.

I’ve recently acquired a pet poop. (Those who have been following my Twitter postings in the little bubble above would already have known this, but special things require formal introductions, no?)

Anyway yes, you’ve heard right. Pet poop.

Before you start thinking that I’m a nutcase who actually went fishing in her toilet bowl after a good crap for a sample to keep as a souvenir - No, I am NOT talking about real poop. (Real poop makes me cringe. Whereas, I’ve a strange obsession with objects in the shape of poop, poop icons and all that jazz.)

The poop is soft and plushy. Okay, perhaps I shouldn’t have used the word soft to describe it because it’s giving me bad images of diarrhoea. But well, it looks like an ordinary plushy toy when in actuality, it’s supposed to be a coin bank - the interior of the poop is hollow, for you to chuck your coins in.

I’m not intending to chuck any coins in there, though. I’ve already spent $15 just to purchase the poop alone. Talk about spending your money on crap. Hahahaha.

Anyway, after having heard (read) so much about this piece of poop, let me introduce Poopah. (Yes, that’s its name.)

Pardon the quality; Using my lousy handphone camera.

Yes, and that’s my head it’s sitting on.

It looks too plain at the moment, so I’m intending to purchase some of those plastic eyes from a craft store in the near future (when I’m less busy) and give my pet poop a face - preferably a happy one.

Okay, off to sleep. With Poopah and Squeegee for company.

Oh, and unlike Squeegee - the stuffed pig that everyone loves, Poopah hasn’t quite struck a positive note with any of my friends, for obvious reasons.