Sexy's My Name.

I just had the longest writer's block ever.

For all you Pi lovers out there, I recently bought him a RM29 dog football jersey in conjunction of the upcoming World Cup which I'm so excited about.

For you non Pi lovers, Pi is my dog. The smell of his pee in the garden is so strong that you can smell it when the wind blows in the right direction. In dog language, it means that he thinks he owns the whole house and we are his slaves. (In real life, its quite true too)

Doesn't he look so good in it? And the very unsurprising but yet quite surprising part is that he likes wearing it to sleep. Surprising because he usually resist having anything, ie hair clip, put on him and fights with his life.

And I finally got a picture of him doing his famous pose. I don't know what his last owners did with him but he sure knows that doing this is the best way to beg for food. The only person that doesn't fall for it is me. Everyone else feeds him unconditionally. Which explains his belly drooping sideways when I'm cradling him.

On the not so happy side of the world, with all these terrorism attacks that has been happening lately, I have a very bad feeling about the World Cup. Just saying. Please don't arrest me.

With the face off between South Korea and North Korea, the Israeli shooting at humanitarians, the bomb scare at Times Square, New York, the value of the GBP currency being as low as 20 years ago. The world's a mess. And I'm only halfway through my law degree if the world decides to end in 2012. Just saying. Please don't arrest me.

Pi can't take it too.