<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897</id><updated>2010-03-14T05:52:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoW News!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/index.php'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pow.com.sg/rss.xml'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-8498340956303063272</id><published>2010-01-22T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:07:30.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been hanging out alot at The Prince of Wales lately. The boss has been busy at his favourite pass time, glasswashing. When we first opened The POW almost 6 years ago, the boss had on his business card the esteemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;job title of "Glasswasher", some how this was lost in translation when dealing with local contractors, who would scratch their heads when perusing the card. The boss, being the cultural sensitive chap he is, would pass his ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jessica_PoW_Singpore-709872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jessica_PoW_Singpore-709328.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rd with two hands, and accept their business cards with two hands. The boss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;would always encourage cross cultural exchanges, especially with the girls fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m Japan, for some reason... anyway, here's a little pic of me in the beer garden, un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;der the stars, next to the pool table. Thank you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kevin Rosinbum who took the photo while staying at The POW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs and kisses - Jessica  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-8498340956303063272?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/8498340956303063272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=8498340956303063272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8498340956303063272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8498340956303063272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2010/01/ive-been-hanging-out-alot-at-prince-of.php' title=''/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-13794078479238125</id><published>2009-11-30T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:12:48.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas &amp; The Cheeky Trucks - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0914-719247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0914-718811.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Each night as a little girl, The boss would read me a bed time story. One of my favourites was Thomas The Tank Engine. Inspired by Thomas, I've decided to write my own modern day version, so sit back and enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thomas &amp;amp; the Cheeky trucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Fat_Controller_TTTE_1-729735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Fat_Controller_TTTE_1-729723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thomas!"&lt;/span&gt; said the Fat Controller, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Today you will pull trucks. A long train is waiting for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas had never pulled trucks before and was nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Come along, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ome along"&lt;/span&gt; Thomas said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, bugger off!"&lt;/span&gt;, said the cheeky trucks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"We want a real engine, not a wimp like you"&lt;/span&gt;, but Thomas didn't care and pulled the tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Thomaspullingtrucks-719262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Thomaspullingtrucks-719260.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ucks from the Singapore station.&lt;br /&gt;The trucks kept putting on their brakes and saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Give up, give up, you stupid git"&lt;/span&gt;, but Thomas just kept going, happily whistling away pulling them along his Singapore branch line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Thomasuphill-729759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Thomasuphill-729757.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At last they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reached Bukit Timah Hill. Thomas pulled hard, then began up the hill. The trucks tried to resist but Thomas puffed &amp;amp; pulled &amp;amp; puffed &amp;amp; pulled and pulled a little again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;until he had reached the top of Bukit Timah Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've done it, I've done it"&lt;/span&gt;, Thomas panted. Then Thomas unlinked the trucks, which started to roll back down. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"See you in hell"&lt;/span&gt;, said Thomas, who watched the trucks build up speed and crash into a bridge pillion. The trucks groaned in agony as they exploded into tiny pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas never h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/train_crash_zoo_3mile_post-715238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/train_crash_zoo_3mile_post-715234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ad any trouble with trucks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have a happy ending, don't you think boys &amp;amp; girls? Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-13794078479238125?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/13794078479238125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=13794078479238125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/13794078479238125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/13794078479238125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/11/thomas-cheeky-trucks-by-jess-dog.php' title='Thomas &amp; The Cheeky Trucks - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-5708805327428721777</id><published>2009-11-18T19:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:01:19.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas &amp; Nakita - by jess the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0914-783373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0914-782924.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Each night as a little girl, The boss would read me a bed time story. One of my favourites was Thomas The Tank Engine. Inspired by Thomas, I've decided to write my own modern day version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Sit back and enjoy my fractured fairy tales &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;written by Jess The Dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOMAS &amp;amp; NAKITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas had always wondered how far his Singapore branch line would travel, so one day Thomas set off with has coaches, Annie &amp;amp; Clarabel bringing up the rear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/thomas&amp;amp;2carriagesclear-712610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/thomas&amp;amp;2carriagesclear-712608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;", said Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;He then continued,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sure I can get off this little island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", and after a week of hard puffing, Thomas had not only cleared 'The Causeway', he had reached the Ukraine where he came across Nakita the nuclear power station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, I'm Thomas&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Nakita, now bugger off&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the matter Nakita?&lt;/span&gt;", said Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My stomach hurts&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Nakita was suffering from a severe case of nuclear meltdown. The overweight Russian scientists rushed around Nakita's poorly built reactors.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh no!&lt;/span&gt;" said Nakita, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to blow&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;And explode she did, forming a mushroom cloud. Every living creature with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in 200 kilometres of Nakita were incinerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/T303_T3_nukeScreen-783387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/T303_T3_nukeScreen-783384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ow, ow, ow&lt;/span&gt;" moaned Thomas, who had turned a bright shade of radioactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; red.&lt;br /&gt;Six months later Thomas was buried twenty feet underground and covered with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;concrete where he would remain radioactive for the next 20,000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like a happy ending, don't you boys &amp;amp; girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lots of love and face licks&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-5708805327428721777?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/5708805327428721777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=5708805327428721777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/5708805327428721777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/5708805327428721777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/11/each-night-as-little-girl-boss-would.php' title='Thomas &amp; Nakita - by jess the dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-9123328826447735050</id><published>2009-11-07T12:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:26:37.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale: Brown Bear Break Up - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0793-713304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0793-713293.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously on Jess The Dog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown bear wants money and the dog telexed the entire doggy allowance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brown bear returned from "Thailand/Indonesia/Philippines" &amp;amp; I'm so happy that we went for a walk along Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked past a jewelery shop, Brown Bear said &lt;i&gt;"You like me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; I like you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You buy me diamond ring.&lt;/span&gt; I be with you long time"&lt;/i&gt;. My doggy ears flopped down and I promised I would buy the ring when I get my next months doggy allowance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0799-713632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0799-713349.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back home later that day, Brown Bear's phone rang and after much chatter, giggling and a rather sultry phone conversation, I walked over, took the phone &amp;amp; politely said down the line "Who the f#ck is this?". A voice came back in a thick Swiss accent, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, I am Brown Bears owner&lt;/span&gt;". I dropped the phone &amp;amp; almost dropped my lunch. How could Brown bear have another owner? After all the time &amp;amp; money I spent on her. Little&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0907-748194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0907-747714.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brown bear just laughed at me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha, ha, ha.. you fool, I have many owners even more stupid than you. 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The Busy Bear - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previously on Jess The Dog -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dog has fallen in love with a little brown bear from Thailand/Indonesia/&lt;wbr&gt;Philippines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0796-742080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0796-741159.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My little brown bear is really busy with college. I know because she has two handphones. One to sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y in touch with her study group and the other for friends. Brown bear does not let me read the sms's because its really boring school stuff. The study group all like to meet up and go dancing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I am dropping her o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ff at a nice disco&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0809-718574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0809-718572.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;r had to go home three days ago as her cousin is getting married. Today she called to say, that I need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; as the uncle is not well and may have to go to hospital. "O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;h my gosh, that's terrible" and I quickly trotted to the closest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Western Union &amp;amp; telexe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;entire doggy allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0794-797906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0794-797457.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure everything will be okay and i can hardly wait to walk along Orchard R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oad with her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;To Be Continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Face licks and lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-4374639689767605536?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/4374639689767605536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=4374639689767605536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/4374639689767605536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/4374639689767605536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/10/part-2-busy-bear-by-jess-dog.php' title='Part 2. The Busy Bear - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-1211470338194089311</id><published>2009-10-25T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:07:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1. My Little Brown Bear - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0791-759477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 123px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0791-759138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Me &amp;amp; the boss were exchanging money at Lucky Plaza. I was trotting along past a shop window when my puppy dog eyes spotted a very lovely Little Brown&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Bear. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;knew straight away we would become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;inseparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to have my very own Brown Bear to play with. Little Brown Bears are made m&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ostly in Thailand, Indonesia and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Philippines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; many white guys here have one, some even have two or three at the same ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0785-761119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0785-760576.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; My little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brown bear is different from all the other brown&lt;/span&gt; bears. She is at college, part-time, um, er, studying English; Has never asked me for money; and always says "yes" to cuddles anytime I want &amp;amp; never has a headache.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0786-763363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0786-762854.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like going for walks together. Brown bear doesn't say much, but that's why we get on so well. We especially like the park on Sundays. There are so many little brown bears in the park on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;To Be Continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Face licks and lots of Love&lt;br /&gt;Jessica &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-1211470338194089311?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/1211470338194089311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=1211470338194089311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/1211470338194089311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/1211470338194089311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/10/part-1-my-little-brown-bear-by-jess-dog.php' title='Part 1. My Little Brown Bear - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-1955762543598338708</id><published>2009-10-22T15:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:51:39.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Free Porn in Singapore - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>Hello boys and girls, I'm back! I'm so sorry its taken so long to get back on line and blog away, but the boss had been hogging the computer all day. I've been wanting to tell you about the little adventures I've been up to and now thanks to the MDA, I can!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/logo_mda-701539.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 38px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/logo_mda-701538.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDA you ask? The Singapore Media Development Authority. Yippee! Yes, we have a department for everything here, which makes Singapore so exciting. See, we need a department that will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;develop the media&lt;/span&gt;". I know, all this time people outside of Singapore say things like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"the press are gagged"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"held to ransom to write what big brother tells them"&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"forced to print propaganda to keep the masses in line"&lt;/span&gt; , but no, this is not true.. because now we have a "development Board", bewdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I find it wonderful to read in the Straits Times about yet another new elevator installed in an HDB estate. I could read this story every day, and on most occasions, I do. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so how did I get back on the computer? ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because The MDA shut down the bosses favourite free porn site!&lt;/span&gt; XNXX. He hasn't taken it too well. He seems sort of lost, mumbling, walking in circles and a lot of fidgeting. But Wow! We have now been on more walkies a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-feed-me-767870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-feed-me-767852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd river  runs in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you MDA! Thank you for shutting down free porn in Singapore. Thank you for developing the press. Singapore is now an even better place for all. And now i can use the computer again. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big face licks and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-1955762543598338708?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/1955762543598338708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=1955762543598338708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/1955762543598338708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/1955762543598338708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/10/no-free-porn-in-singapore-by-jess-dog.php' title='No Free Porn in Singapore - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-753973324462686527</id><published>2009-09-02T14:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:37:57.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mollie - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woof! &lt;strong&gt;I have received my first fan mail letter&lt;/strong&gt; from Miss Mollie Holst, an Australian living in Drammen, Norway! Mollie's great, great, grandmother, Sarah Bandy, in the 1870s, was the proprietor of a pub called the "Prince of Wales Tavern". &lt;strong&gt;Mollie asks if The POW could be the original tavern wh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ere her granny worked?&lt;/strong&gt; I did some sniffing around and this is what i came up with. The Prince of Wales Backpackers pub was opened by my boss in 20&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/colonel-dunlop-736778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/colonel-dunlop-736440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;04. It was previously a medical clinic for foreign workers. Bus loads of workers were zipped through for $20 a pop and had their work permits chopped with a clean bill of health, every time, all the time, amazing! The POW building at 101 Dunlop Street was built in the 1890's. The land around the POW was once a rubber plantation and owned by Colonel Samuel Dunlop. &lt;strong&gt;Good D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nlop rubber!&lt;/strong&gt; The Prince of Wales pub building is the last legacy of the good Colonel, housing his special lady friends. Sometimes late at night, I can hear the girlie giggles of courtesans past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, not much help to you Mollie, but i did some more research and i think i may have a lead... Did you know that Penang was not always called "Penang"? It was known as &lt;strong&gt;Prince of Wales Island&lt;/strong&gt; when first founded by the British, named on 12 August 1786 to commemorate the birthday of Prince George, Prince of Wales, later King George IV. In 1826, Prince of Wales Island, Singapore and Malacca became part of the Straits Settlements governed under the British administration in India. There were many Prince of Wales Taverns in 1870's in old Penang (Pic). Maybe your search should lead you to Penang? Good luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to write me a letter, i'd love to hear from you &lt;a href="mailto:jessthecollie@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;jessthecollie@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-753973324462686527?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/753973324462686527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=753973324462686527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/753973324462686527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/753973324462686527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/09/dear-mollie-by-jess-dog.php' title='Dear Mollie - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-1829046572250318661</id><published>2009-09-01T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:26:54.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Andrews at Prince of Wales - as seen by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As you know, i am the pub dog, so I've seen hundreds of bands play at The POW over the past 5 years. Some I dance to, some I sleep through, some I howl to, and some, well, I've even joined in on stage (See my story "Mr Whippy on Stage"). But this band from Scotland really were amazing. 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I get to sit in the front seat watching the world go by with my head out the window. &lt;strong&gt;Ears back, tongue out, dribble&lt;/strong&gt; all along the van doors...and taking in the fresh air along the tree laden AYE freeway. The boss and i get to chat along the way. Today he was talking about the &lt;strong&gt;"No U-Turn Syndrome (NUTS)",&lt;/strong&gt; which is a term to describe the social behaviour of Singaporeans having a mindset of compliance to higher authorities before proceeding with any action. Phew, what a mouthful! Anyway, in the book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chaotic Thoughts from the Old Millennium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the author uses a compari&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0775-717077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0775-716527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;son of traffic rules in Singapore to those found overseas, to describe the phenomenon : In Singapore, drivers are not allowed to make a U-turn unless a sign specifically allows them to do so, while in some other countries drivers may make U-turns freely so long as the "No U-Turn" sign is not present. This analogy is used to explain the authors 'red tape' he has encountered with hard-nosed bureaucrats, which in turn stifles the very creativity that the Singaporean government has been trying to promote in the recent years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in one of those classic photo moments, the boss took this snap shot of me at one of the very signs to tell people what to do. And if you look carefully, you will notice, there are two signs missing; "Hey Uncle, No Jay Walking!" and "Taxi Uncle, don't cut over three lanes with no indicator!"&lt;br /&gt;So remember, when visiting Singapore,&lt;strong&gt; if there is a sign, can-lah, If there is NO sign, also can!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-8564833330956643924?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/8564833330956643924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=8564833330956643924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8564833330956643924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8564833330956643924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/08/nuts-in-singapore-by-jess-dog_27.php' title='NUTS in Singapore - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-6083781086039822414</id><published>2009-08-22T09:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:54:12.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore is OK! - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/singapore-ok-1-782398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 186px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/singapore-ok-1-782380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy to live in Singapore where everything is OK! Our H1N1 alert is nicely on yellow and we have all thrown our face masks in the air, while doing a twirl of joy in Raffles Place, ala Mary Tyler Moore style. We are keeping it clean in Singapore, and even the kiddies are chipping in. &lt;strong&gt;I love a Happy toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be aware, we can't rest on our furry backsides. We all know about Mad cow, Bird flu, Swine flu, Monkey pox, and now my boss was telling me that his friend has caught...&lt;strong&gt;Yellow fever!&lt;/strong&gt; He said,  all white guys get yellow fever within 3 months of arriving in Singapore. I asked the boss if he'd come down with "The Fever" as well, and he &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/singapore-ok-3-715322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/singapore-ok-3-715315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;said ..."Yep". The boss is a real talker. Anyway, i thought to myself, "Oh my gosh, that's terrible!" How can i possibly cure the boss from this contagious and long lasting illness? The boss thanked me for the concern and mentioned something about a one way ticket to Norway...? Norway must be even more cleaner than Singapore!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do some investigation myself on this "Yellow Fever", and went to Flu Central, The Communicable Disease Centre (CDC). I'd heard all sorts of scary &lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0773-752023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 218px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0773-751492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rumours about this CDC; So i went online, and yes, the rumour is that the staff are getting a pay rise soon, that's nice, I thought. Anyway, I slowly went into the CDC and asked the reception about Yellow Fever. They said they had not heard of it, and no cases of this fever had come through the CDC... confused, bewildered, I asked for a face mask and slowly wandered down to The Prince of Wales for a doggy bowl of beer. I love beer breath, mmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, i found these web sites which explain the "fever".. ; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_fetish"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;strong&gt;Asian_fetish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOyRWuklsiQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOyRWuklsiQ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/82614/yellow_fever_dont_let_it_get_you_blue.html?cat=41"&gt;http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/82614/yellow_fever_dont_let_it_get_you_blue.html?cat=41&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and face licks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-6083781086039822414?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/6083781086039822414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=6083781086039822414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6083781086039822414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6083781086039822414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/08/singapore-is-ok-by-jess-dog.php' title='Singapore is OK! - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-8883400135841099265</id><published>2009-08-02T15:48:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:49:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents Open House "NO Dogs Allowed" - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0711-763792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0711-763228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old Government House (Istana), the official residence of the President of Singapore, is open to the public today! During the Open House, there's going to be a "variety of performances and demonstrations". I'm not sure what the people are going to demonstrate about, but I'm all for &lt;strong&gt;"More jobs for gay christian whales!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No presidents have actually lived there since 1959 And no one seems to know where the president, Mr Nathan, lives these days. Maybe in one of those nice HDB estates in Hougang? Did you know that Singapore has the highest per capita "Home Owners" in the world! A third of our wages goes into a special government fund (CPF), which can be used to buy a HDB apartment. Each floor of the housing estate are divided up by race. For example: Ten apartments on one floor. Six apartments would be allocated to Chinese families, three to Malay, one to Indian/Eurasian, that way everyone is living in harmony and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Istana01-747104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Istana01-747100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And talking of happiness, I'm all excited to cue up and walk the grounds of what has been described as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the finest "country house" east of British India".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe even get to see Mr Nathan himself! So today I started to cue to enter the old Government House grounds, when an officer came up to the line and said &lt;strong&gt;"No Dogs Allowed",&lt;/strong&gt; at first i thought he was talking to someone else, then i realised, "Oh my gosh, I'm a dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0713-717347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; cursor: pointer; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0713-716792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought ALL Presidents liked dogs.&lt;/strong&gt; That nice man in the big white house likes dogs AND beer. I like beer breath. Anyway, I left the cue and asked the officer why can't i come in? He said it was because there were "Children inside". I looked at him with my big brown sad doggy eyes and sweetly said "you're kidding, right"? but apparently not. So, with my tail between my legs, I walked to The Prince of Wales, had a doggy bowl of beer and dreamt of the nice President in the big white house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-8883400135841099265?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/8883400135841099265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=8883400135841099265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8883400135841099265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/8883400135841099265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/08/presidents-open-house-no-dogs-allowed.php' title='Presidents Open House &quot;NO Dogs Allowed&quot; - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-5822553833584107172</id><published>2009-08-01T16:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:30:47.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentian Violet - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0707-720218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0707-719837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Boss and I like to go running a lot. And our favourite is to run along the Singapore canal from Robinson Quay up to Queenstown. We must of over done it a bit because my pad on my paw got a little cut. So the boss applies this purple paint called "Gentian Violet". It's amazing stuff!&lt;br /&gt;It quickly heals infected mosquito bites, &lt;strong&gt;pussy sores&lt;/strong&gt;, cuts on paws, and various fungal infections; including something called 'Thrush'? I asked the boss what was thrush, and he said it was a &lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0706-720762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0706-720293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;women's thing that could be sorted out with good dose of Natural live yogurt - eating it and/or inserting it? I'm not quite sure what he meant by that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you can buy Gentian Violet off the shelve anywhere in Singapore for S$1.75 a bottle, while in the UK, USA and Australia you have to get a prescription. &lt;strong&gt;By the way, what is a 'carcinogenic'?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably not important. I know i get very car-cenergetic when the boss and i go for a drive to our beer &lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0708-721400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0708-720880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;warehouse. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0708-746983.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, anyway, the cure all purple paint, not so glamorous to be sporting purple, &lt;strong&gt;but better than pussy sores. Race out and get a bottle today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-5822553833584107172?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/5822553833584107172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=5822553833584107172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/5822553833584107172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/5822553833584107172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/08/gentian-violet-by-jess-dog.php' title='Gentian Violet - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-415331442186935066</id><published>2009-07-20T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:25:13.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Dance - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0692-771565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0692-771208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore National Day is coming soon&lt;/strong&gt;; August 9th, and Singapore turns 44. See Singapore was once part of a united Malaya, but Malaysia kicked out Singapore, and after a little cry, the big boss, Mr.Lee, rolled up his sleeves, waved cheerio to those across the causeway, and got on with creating a happy Singapore..and wow, it really took off! Instead of stuffing money under their beds in Malaysia, Brunei and Indonesia, everyone sent their cash to us to look after.. and Singapore was loved the world over! The Chinese admired our communism and the Americans loved our Capitalism, And... I'm not sure what either of those words mean, but i 'admire and love' Devine Doggy dog food, mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate National Day the boss is allowed to hang the Singapore flag two weeks before and two weeks after National Day or he gets into big trouble. So everyone is going to hang out their flag, and its beautiful. &lt;strong&gt;A sea of red and white with a little crescent moon and st&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0691-772036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0691-771648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ars. It's romantic!&lt;/strong&gt; And as part of the celebrations Singaporeans must learn the new National Day Dance, which everyone has to do including the men in the white uniforms. I love to do the Singapore dance. Two steps forward, one step back, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, arm out to the right, pick product off the shelve, into the shopping bag, two steps forward, one step back, shuffle, shuffle...I can hardly wait for this years new dance, woof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite things about the National Day Parade is when all the military is marched past us. It is very exciting, and it looks &lt;strong&gt;alot like the parades they have in North Korea&lt;/strong&gt;, which are always on TV, so they must be &lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0690-707993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0690-707512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good!....But the best is the fireworks, wah, wah, wah...all the pretty lights in the sky. mmmm, I think i will now go to the bosses bedroom and snuggle up on my little mattress and dream of National Day Parade, counting the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-415331442186935066?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/415331442186935066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=415331442186935066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/415331442186935066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/415331442186935066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/07/national-day-dance-by-jess-dog.php' title='National Day Dance - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-4080129321298090598</id><published>2009-07-14T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:37:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep Rugby - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/sheep-774650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/sheep-774630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The big Rugby game&lt;/strong&gt; between Australia - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wallabies&lt;/span&gt;; And New Zealand - The All Blacks, &lt;strong&gt;is on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; this Saturday 3.30pm at The POW&lt;/strong&gt;, followed by Aussie/Kiwi band "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stingey&lt;/span&gt; Lil". I'm confused as to whom to bark for. I'm originally from Adelaide, brought to Singapore by a pet shop trader, who kept me in a 2m by 2m cell for four months until the boss found me. So, i should woof woof for Australia, &lt;strong&gt;but i love sheep&lt;/strong&gt;, as does my Kiwi cousin "The Dog"in the photo; he loves to get very close to the sheep. And what is there not to love about New Zealand sheep? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of a story of an Australian ventriloquist visiting New Zealand. He walks into the small town of Te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awamutu&lt;/span&gt; and sees a local sitting on his porch patting his border collie, and figures he'll have a little fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;G'day&lt;/span&gt; Mate! Good looking dog, mind if I speak to him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; "The dog doesn't talk, you stupid Aussie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hello dog, how's it going mate?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Doin&lt;/span&gt;' all right"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local&lt;/strong&gt;: (look of extreme shock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist&lt;/strong&gt;: "Is this fella your owner?" (pointing at the local)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "How does he treat you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog:&lt;/strong&gt; "Real good. I get to run around the paddock, roll around in anything that's slowly rotting, and feeds me great food"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; (look of utter disbelief)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mind if I talk to your horse?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; "Uh, the horse doesn't talk either....I think."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "Hey horse, how's it going?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horse:&lt;/strong&gt; "Cool"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; (absolutely dumbfounded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "Is this your owner?" (pointing at the local)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horse:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "How does he treat you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horse:&lt;/strong&gt; "Pretty good, thanks for asking. I get to run around the paddock, he brushes me down often and keeps me in the big shed to protect me from the elements."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; (total look of amazement)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ventriloquist:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mind if I talk to your sheep?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local:&lt;/strong&gt; "The sheep's a liar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go The Wallabies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-4080129321298090598?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/4080129321298090598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=4080129321298090598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/4080129321298090598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/4080129321298090598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/07/rugby-sheep-by-jess-dog.php' title='Sheep Rugby - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-7257359630772051366</id><published>2009-07-11T17:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:06:07.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Girl - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0670-793232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0670-793203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping is a sport in Singapore. There is always a sale, and it's very competitive. Even more competitive than our Chinese Ping Pong team&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; I sometimes get to go shopping too at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Killiney&lt;/span&gt; Road pet shop with the boss. When we go, I get to see all the nicely dressed ladies with shopping bags. The boss told me the way to a Singaporean girls heart is to buy her stuff. I said, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;you mean like, give her a bone&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, but the boss said that comes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you have to take her to dinner a couple of times, call her (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;), remember the date of her birthday, favourite flower, favourite colour, and then to really top it off, a nice gift. By the way, what is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;? Is it a car? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;? woof! Then, the bosses new lady friend comes to visit us a &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Singapore girls, they are nice to me. The boss cooks up the dinner and does the washing up because Singapore girls don't know how to do that. I like the way they enjoy dinner like me. We chew toget&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/sia1-722028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 222px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/sia1-722026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her with our mouths wide open, smile and sometimes talk, all at the same time&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I just want to jump on their lap and lick the food from the corner of their mouths.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boss has given her the tour of our house, which takes a couple of hours, he then takes her home to her parents house where she's lived for the entire 32 years of her life. Wow, I wish i could do that, but my mum lives on a sheep station in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-7257359630772051366?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/7257359630772051366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=7257359630772051366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7257359630772051366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7257359630772051366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/07/shopping-for-mum-by-jess-dog.php' title='Singapore Girl - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-6996564010077628674</id><published>2009-07-05T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:16:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapland - By Jess the Dog</title><content type='html'>I love it when the boss takes me for healthy runs along the smelly Singapore river and the Botanical gardens. Did you know that Singapore is the health hub of Asia? It has to be because we have &lt;strong&gt;the most "Men's Health centres" per capita in the world!&lt;/strong&gt; I asked the boss what actually goes on in a "health centre", and he said that he has absolutely no idea, but... a friend of friend told him that is was a very pleasant experience that involves a quick shower, then jump into a cold tub, then into a hot tub, and then into a room where a very nice lady gives you a massage all over. Apparently everyone is very happy at the end. With all these health centres its no wonder that Singaporean men are the healthiest in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess1-798102.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess1-774026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much begging., the boss finally agreed to take me to a "Health Centre"... so, here i am enjoying the cold bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this nice lady said she was going to give &lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess2-723709.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me a "Soapy". &lt;strong&gt;A soapy?&lt;/strong&gt; what was that i thought? I soon found out and wow, it was amazing. I felt so clean from my ears to my paws. Here's another little snap shot of me being soaped up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess2-721388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess2-721385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Singapore... it's so clean and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-6996564010077628674?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/6996564010077628674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=6996564010077628674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6996564010077628674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6996564010077628674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/07/soapland-by-jess-dog_05.php' title='Soapland - By Jess the Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-7581816483543449240</id><published>2009-06-24T12:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:34:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore River, mmmm - By Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess-boat-715465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess-boat-715462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've taken up Dragon Boat paddling which is on the smelly Singapore River. &lt;strong&gt;I love the smell of all things rotting slowly, and that's why I love the Singapore River.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a little woof woof knowledge....see &lt;strong&gt;Singapore has a fresh water shortage&lt;/strong&gt; and all the drinking water comes from Malaysia. If Malaysia was to turn off the tap, Singapore would collapse in 48 hours, and that is why the government spends the second highest per capita on military in the world. So we can invade Malaysia if Mr. Razuk forgets to turn on the water after a sumptuous Nasi Lemak long lunch, mmmm, yum, woof! So, the local P.U.B. had a round table meeting at the Killiney Kopitiam, and came up with a cunning idea; &lt;strong&gt;Build a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Barrage"&lt;/strong&gt; at the entrance to Singapore Harbour which only lets water out, &lt;strong&gt;which turns the salty harbour into a fresh water harbour&lt;/strong&gt;. Thus, doubling our fresh water supplies. Now we have 72 hours to invade Malaysia, Cool! Anyway, the salt water fish and animals aren't liking this terribly much. And that's why the Singapore river stinks at the moment...everything is dieing. mmmm, i can hardly wait to go Dragon Boating again, take in a big whiff, then a quick dog paddle before rolling in the muck washed up on the shore....its pure doggy heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-7581816483543449240?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/7581816483543449240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=7581816483543449240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7581816483543449240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7581816483543449240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/06/smells-like-roses-by-jess-dog.php' title='Singapore River, mmmm - By Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-2356662727065453186</id><published>2009-06-16T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:29:14.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanning maidens and a good wash - by Jess the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess-beach-1-762724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess-beach-1-762334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was a young girl, the boss decided to take me to the fancy part of Sentosa beach. We usually go to 'Tanjong Beach Far End', where the other dogs and nice men in small swimsuits come to play. This time we were outside the Rasa Sentosa hotel, all very posh. In fact they had cordoned off one part of the public beach for Hotel customers only. Well, the boss must not of seen the sign and walked over to that end for a swim with me. Maybe it had something to do with the voluptuous women tanning themselves in their designer leopard print bikinis, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were playing, &lt;strong&gt;i could feel my tummy rumble and i felt a little queasy&lt;/strong&gt;...And try as i might when the boss picked me up to rest me on his hip and shoulder, as we do all the time, I let rip &lt;strong&gt;the runniest poo&lt;/strong&gt; I'd ever done. A waterfall of poo cascaded down the bosses stomach, onto his board shorts, down to his knees. The boss froze, standing in front of the tanning ladies with their makeup and lipstick. The boss then smiled, turned his back and dipped us both in the water. A little wash and off we trotted. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Farewell ye poor maidens, enjoy the surf!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-2356662727065453186?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/2356662727065453186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=2356662727065453186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/2356662727065453186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/2356662727065453186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/06/tanning-maidens-and-good-wash-by-jess.php' title='Tanning maidens and a good wash - by Jess the dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-3695393466140988305</id><published>2009-06-15T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:32:16.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake &amp; Bake! - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>Before the boss got the fancy pancy blue Kangoo van for us to hoon around Singapore in, we used to have to take taxi's everywhere. Most of the time the boss would call the taxi company and have to say "medium size dog on leash" and off we'd go! I'd sit on the bosses lap, nose out the window, &lt;strong&gt;saliva splashing against the taxi&lt;/strong&gt; and back onto the bosses face. He would towel off himself and the taxi upon arrival to my favourite place in Singapore.."Tanjong Beach Far End", A place for dogs and for very toned men in small swimsuits tanning together. &lt;strong&gt;We all have such a gay time&lt;/strong&gt; at Tanjong beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boss brings one of his lady friends along, we swim right out to the floating buoys, the boss treads water and holds me up over his shoulder, then we swim back into shore. I think he's trying to show off to his lady friend. Next thing, he's rubbing an oil into her skin, how odd? Me, I prefer to come out of the surf, roll around in the sand until I'm covered from head to paw and then jump in between the boss and lady friend.... Shake and Bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-3695393466140988305?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/3695393466140988305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=3695393466140988305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/3695393466140988305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/3695393466140988305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/06/shake-bake-by-jess-dog.php' title='Shake &amp; Bake! - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-7987946488893622856</id><published>2009-06-01T11:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:15:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday slops  - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-after-a-few-743871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-after-a-few-743845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited and i just can't hide it...woof! I was born in Adelaide (Australia) June 1st 2004 so &lt;strong&gt;it's my birthday today. &lt;/strong&gt;The boss made my favourite breakfast this morning... left over spaghetti bolognese in a red wine sauce. mmmm. if only i had a glass of my Grand Ridge Gippsland Gold ale to wash it down with. Hopefully later tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a young pup, the boss let me try my first beer. He served it up in a large bucket, which he said was the best.. &lt;strong&gt;and called it "slops".&lt;/strong&gt; My first Slops was so delicious that i had to have another, and another. The amazing thing about drinking a slops was that the flavour changed each time you drank it. mmmmm. I was enjoying it so much i began to chase my tail and skip around the beer garden in glee. I tried to "hop up" on the bosses lap and missed him completely, ending with &lt;strong&gt;my snout half way up one of his lady friends skirt. ..&lt;/strong&gt; She seemed okay with this and everyone was giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was in this stuff? Soon after wards, i decided to have a lie down under the picnic tables, and slept most of the night. The boss picked me up and carried me back home over his shoulder. I woke up the next day on my little mattress next to the bosses bed. Just the three of us. I didn't touch another slops for 3 years... but that's another story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.... woof, woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-7987946488893622856?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/7987946488893622856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=7987946488893622856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7987946488893622856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7987946488893622856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/06/birthday-slops-by-jess-dog.php' title='Birthday slops  - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-7966880176517104555</id><published>2009-05-25T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:11:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Stimo - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-waitng-for-Mal-761108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/Jess-waitng-for-Mal-761100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first laid my big doggy brown eyes on "Stimo" in 2004, when he came in to play a solo acoustic gig one lazy Tuesday evening. &lt;strong&gt;The audience... boss and me.&lt;/strong&gt; It was very quiet back then. No one knew we existed. Stimo kept coming back every Tuesday for over a year! And when he wasn't entertaining the small but appreciative audience, the boss got him behind the bar serving beers...&lt;strong&gt;and he did it all for free! I love Stimo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get to stay at Stimo's house with his kids and missus when the boss is on a holiday with one of his lady friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days Stimo plays in a duo called "MEGASTIMULATOR" and they get big gigs all around town... of course, Stimo has a day job too... something about digging up liquid black stuff.. the same black stuff you can find washed up on Sentosa beach. I love to play at Sentosa beach and my boss loves washing the black stuff from my fur and paws. We are all soo happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-7966880176517104555?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/7966880176517104555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=7966880176517104555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7966880176517104555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7966880176517104555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/05/i-love-stimo-by-jess-dog.php' title='I Love Stimo - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-7656053693119358568</id><published>2009-05-20T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:04:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rubber Quickie - By Jess the Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0678-709720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/IMG_0678-709264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was a little girl, before living in the Attic of The Prince of Wales Pub/Hostel, the boss and I lived at 62A Sing Avenue, Farrer Park. About a 20 minute walk from The POW. The boss and I would walk up and back every day, sometimes thrice! He never put a leash on me, which is great because I get to sniff everything! The bushes, trees, lamp posts and especially any passer by who smells a little K9. Once I've had a good whiff, I then bolt to catch up to the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Get up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he says, and i trot up ahead. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Waaait"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i slam on the paw brakes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stay with me"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and i get in real close. And the bosses favourite, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"lie down Jess"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when he wants to meet a new lady friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my boss calls me downstairs and he has this funny looking contraption in his hands. It could make a ringing sound and had two round things with rubber on them. &lt;strong&gt;To my shock he then got on top of it.&lt;/strong&gt; He then turned to me and said, "c'mon, lets go"... Go where? I thought, there's no room for me on that thing. Then it starts moving and i don't know what to do, accept worry that the boss may damage himself. It starts to build up speed and I find myself starting to enjoy it too. Before you know it we are at the pub in half the time and we've never looked back. Boss, me and "the bike".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-7656053693119358568?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/7656053693119358568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=7656053693119358568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7656053693119358568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/7656053693119358568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/05/rubber-quickie-by-jess-dog.php' title='The Rubber Quickie - By Jess the Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-2899426026072979414</id><published>2009-05-17T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:16:46.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Whippy on Stage - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>When i was a young pup, the boss decided we move into the attic of the POW hostel. The boss was doing incredible hours of work, opening the pub at 9am and closing at 12 midnight. 7 days a week. Sometimes he would be so tired that one of his lady friends would help him to bed and stay until the boss was asleep. That was nice, i always thought, though a little noisy at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the time of our move, I'd just worked out, through lots of "encouragement" from the boss, that it was good to poo on grass, but not so good to poo on footpaths. I was getting the hang of it, and it did come naturally... but one night we had this new band playing loud and the doors were kept shut to keep the noise in. I was looking everywhere for a place to go, but all i could see was shiny concrete floors. And then my eyes spotted the comfort of a carpeted stage. In the middle of their performance i gave the best performance of my life, to an amazed, and stunned crowd. Touche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-2899426026072979414?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/2899426026072979414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=2899426026072979414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/2899426026072979414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/2899426026072979414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/05/mr-whippy-on-stage-by-jess-dog.php' title='Mr. Whippy on Stage - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7117530542987761897.post-6556291057323543611</id><published>2009-05-14T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:02:34.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Bears and Wild Calls in the night - by Jess The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess_head_002-739947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://pow.com.sg/uploaded_images/jess_head_002-739945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boss and I used to live in the POW hostel attic way back when. He always said it was "convenient". Well, it sure wasn't convenient getting up those attic stairs on four legs and my snout getting occasionally stuck between each stair on the way up. I guess, the bosses lady friends thought the same, because once they were up there, it took forever for them to go back down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bosses bed was in the middle of the room under the ceiling fan, and my little mattress off to the side. I remember occasionally being read a bedtime time story or two. My favourite was always &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The adventures of Kev &amp;amp; Trev - The comfortably numb Koalas".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (my second being, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Zealand Sheep Stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;., which always culminated in a happy ending).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev &amp;amp; Trev were cheeky little fellas who worked for the local council, and whenever there was work to be done, they'd munch down a load of THC laden eucalyptus leaves, and head to the beach. They were always getting busted by Constable Cockatoo, as koalas are the only mammal, besides you primates, that have fingerprints. These fellas were generally your quiet types, accept when mating. Trev was known for his very loud call during the mating season that could be heard from almost a kilometre away. Sort of remindered me of my Boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.&lt;br /&gt;Love Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7117530542987761897-6556291057323543611?l=pow.com.sg%2Findex.php' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/6556291057323543611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7117530542987761897&amp;postID=6556291057323543611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6556291057323543611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7117530542987761897/posts/default/6556291057323543611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pow.com.sg/2009/05/drop-bears-and-wild-calls-in-night-by.php' title='Drop Bears and Wild Calls in the night - by Jess The Dog'/><author><name>Jess the Collie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02808557144154671072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14486286492107555482'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>