winter warmth

My summer breeze in the winter air

similarities

as I arrange my letters one by one

we speak the same language

but that does not mean we understand each other

Because I miss how things used to be

This song was introduced to me by one of my favourite lecturers in ICPU.

yes, this band is Canadian.

Hearing his song collection used to be the highlight of my week.

It's either this or an ice hockey game.

teh kitteh language

taken from lolcats

coz i is miss my 3+1 kitteh (Neko, Dude, Boroi and unofficial Moonteh) at home

ps:if i has new kitteh, i is name it Winston

insecurities

Bursting,

Overflowing.

Yet, the world cannot know

How frustrating...

i swear, i am not lost.yet.

Forgive me if I was pushy

I just don't want to build castles in the sky

guarding my jealousy

and turning it to pride

I still endearingly

wish you are by my side

entah.lah.

nak makan nasi lemak roti canai

nak makeover rambut and buat facial (nak kak angie SAHAJA.taknak orang lain buatkan)

nak pergi shopping benda-benda mengarut and don't have to think about money

nak beli butang and fabric paint and canvas and beads

nak nyanyi lagu lady gaga kuat-kuat

nak menari melompat bergoyang to david guetta and akon

nak skype dengan amirot and dude

nak lepak dengan sasi

nak main scrabble dengan zakwan

nak study for midterm algebra next week (not)

nak laugh without a reason

(tak) nak masak

nak tido berkubu bawah blanket dengan bantal busuk (tapi tertinggal kat msia)

nak pergi swimming kat Monterez. preferebly dengan ninot, lingling, and nabnab

nak pergi kedai mamak dengan ayah

nak pergi bangsar dengan mama

nak balik

How can I forget? :)

Taylor's University College:
I will never forget the day when someone totally random offered me a hand to carry my bag to class because he thinks its too heavy for me.

University of Alberta:
I will not forget today too when another random person offered me a hand to carry my books to the library.

Thank you random guys. Whoever you are.
:)

Lab

You practically lured me to the workbench where I was dissected segment by segment. Then every single vulnerable cell of mine was exposed and amplified under you microscope. I was observed and I know, you were making mental observations of my nature. I was scrutinized and synthesized. All in one glorious afternoon.

What was I even thinking?

Speaking the same language does not mean that we understand each other.

But you know what?

Give me one more glorious afternoon and I don't mind basking under the light of your microscope again.

The issues with 'Ainaa'

people are having trouble pronouncing my name.
you may blame it on:

1)the amount of A it takes to spell my name. (3 out of 5 letters in my first name consists of the letter A)

2)the awkward intials of my name. (yes, it really is A.S.S. Thank you parents.)

3)my face. chinese?japanese? (You can't figure out where I come from, let alone know where Malaysia is. so I don't expect you to know how to say my name properly anyways)

And I thought Ainaa is a common name. I feel so exotic :)

late night sessions

ada orang perasan diri dia Chuck Bass (kalau kaya)

ada orang perasan diri dia Blair Waldorf (kalau kaya)

pppfffttt :)

you know you love me (kalau Gossip Girl)

Marathon

Wanted:

an out of world sensation

nothing LSD- or alcohol-fueled.

Just pure intoxication

Wanted:

muse.

no Calliope, Clio, Erato, Urana or any other daughters of Zeus

Just pure invocation.

Enough of phrases and conceits and metaphors. I want burning, burning, burning.

enough

ok that's it you just snapped the rubber band.

strike one.

not fair

i'm beginning to question:

- in the end is it really worth it

- wouldn't it be easier if i had no expectations at all

- the limit of my patience

favourite things

I find myself constantly humming this line:

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror

And bending over backwards just to see it clearer

But my breath fogged up the glass

So I drew a face and I laughed

It happens to be my all time favourite lyric excerpt too

lost

if I lose my way

don't blame me if I stray

ENVOYS:

its like rubber band.

you stretch it as far as you can

then it snaps back at you faster and harder.

karma

My bio lab TA is the reincarnation of my English lecturer in Taylors.

Pfft, Canadians!

They are all the same...

time after time

its not that I don't know

or I don't want

but I just couldn't care

this article was posted in the girl's toilet in my residence

If Men Could Menstruate

by Gloria Steinem

Living in India made me understand that a white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking a white skin makes people superior, even though the only thing it really does is make them more subject to ultraviolet rays and wrinkles.

Reading Freud made me just as skeptical about penis envy. The power of giving birth makes "womb envy" more logical, and an organ as external and unprotected as the penis makes men very vulnerable indeed.

But listening recently to a woman describe the unexpected arrival of her menstrual period (a red stain had spread on her dress as she argued heatedly on the public stage) still made me cringe with embarrassment. That is, until she explained that, when finally informed in whispers of the obvious event, she said to the all-male audience, "and you should be proud to have a menstruating woman on your stage. It's probably the first real thing that's happened to this group in years."

Laughter. Relief. She had turned a negative into a positive. Somehow her story merged with India and Freud to make me finally understand the power of positive thinking. Whatever a "superior" group has will be used to justify its superiority, and whatever and "inferior" group has will be used to justify its plight. Black men were given poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "stronger" than white men, while all women were relegated to poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "weaker." As the little boy said when asked if he wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, "Oh no, that's women's work." Logic has nothing to do with oppression.

So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?

Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, worthy, masculine event:

Men would brag about how long and how much.

Young boys would talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood. Gifts, religious ceremonies, family dinners, and stag parties would mark the day.

To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart attacks, from which men would be hormonally protected, but everything about cramps.

Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of such commercial brands as Paul Newman Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi Pads, and Joe Namath Jock Shields- "For Those Light Bachelor Days."

Statistical surveys would show that men did better in sports and won more Olympic medals during their periods.

Generals, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve God and country in combat ("You have to give blood to take blood"), occupy high political office ("Can women be properly fierce without a monthly cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priests, ministers, God Himself ("He gave this blood for our sins"), or rabbis ("Without a monthly purge of impurities, women are unclean").

Male liberals and radicals, however, would insist that women are equal, just different; and that any woman could join their ranks if only she were willing to recognize the primacy of menstrual rights ("Everything else is a single issue") or self-inflict a major wound every month ("You must give blood for the revolution").

Street guys would invent slang ("He's a three-pad man") and "give fives" on the corner with some exchenge like, "Man you lookin' good!"

"Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!"

TV shows would treat the subject openly. (Happy Days: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row. Hill Street Blues: The whole precinct hits the same cycle.) So would newspapers. (Summer Shark Scare Threatens Menstruating Men. Judge Cites Monthlies In Pardoning Rapist.) And so would movies. (Newman and Redford in Blood Brothers!)

Men would convince women that sex was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself, though all they needed was a good menstruating man.

Medical schools would limit women's entry ("they might faint at the sight of blood").

Of course, intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguements. Without the biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics-- or the ability to measure anything at all? In philosophy and religion, how could women compensate for being disconnected from the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death and resurrection every month?

Menopause would be celebrated as a positive event, the symbol that men had accumulated enough years of cyclical wisdom to need no more.

Liberal males in every field would try to be kind. The fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.

And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine right-wing women agreeing to all these arguements with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly)

In short, we would discover, as we should already, that logic is in the eye of the logician. (For instance, here's an idea for theorists and logicians: if women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long? I leave further improvisation up to you.)

The truth is that, if men could menstruate, the power justifications would go on and on.

If we let them.

guilty pleasure

Can't stop listening to it.

blame it on David Guetta and Akon.

yes,its THAT song

damn girl!

after all, snow is ice...

the crunch crunch crunch of snow beneath my feet

is the same sound that comes from a friend

who likes to crunch crunch crunch on ice

after a cup of soybean drink

on second thought..

brown boots vs. pink boots

would I rather wear chocolate or cotton candy on my feet?

when shopping is love

Went winter outfit shopping at South Gate.

Felt like something is missing. Open handbag to check contents: Money? check. U-pass? check. Snack+water? check. So what's missing?

Duh, my sister.

okok, I can do this on my own. you have friends, friends are here.

Browsing through the clothes, fingering that cashmere sweater, or that super-soft pima cotton...take take take!! "what colour would you like miss?"

my friends, what do you think?does this cream sweater make me look paler?

where are my friends?oh, dah tunggu kat luar.... sorry to keep you waiting, was too busy fingering.

wish amirah was here, she'd know if that cream sweater would make me even paler or not.

ps: amirah, i borong Gap. jangan jealous. and Zara. No, you tak boleh pinjam bila i bawak balik nanti, hehehehe

Checking out winter boots. Ugg Australia vs. Emu. Wool vs (synthetic) fur. Or leather? ok amirah, yang mana satu? oh wait, amirah takde. No one to criticise my principles, that I detest real fur (poor minks and rabbits) but I can't resist leather (poor crocodiles and sheep?)

Passed by starbucks. No more that voice beside me tugging at my sleeve, "kekna, jap, nak caramel frappucino. ice-blended. whip cream. kekna blanja." ppffttt sesuka hati je mak cik tu, but I ended up blanja anyways. Went into the grocery store. No more that voice beside me "kekna, kena beli ni!!sebab kotak dia comel" "kekna, mira nak ni!mira 'tergoda' dgn iklan kat tv' "kekna, blanja ni...sebab the cats will love this" ridiculous, i know, but I always ended up buying it for her anyways.

I would trade all the handbags, shoes, and credit cards in the world for one day at the mall with amirah again.

of dilemmas, interprets, hints, and such

I find myself listening to this song over and over again

they say the grass is always greener on the other side...

I wish Malaysia has..(as compared to Canada)

- people who actually say 'please' and 'thank you'

- people who actually hold the doors for you, allowing you to pass through first, preventing from your nose being smashed onto the glass.

- better public transport system. There is a reason why I rarely take the bus/train/taxi back in Malaysia.

- less humid weather. say goodbye to body odour.

- better and more open lecturers and teachers. criticise them, they will love you for it.

- more freedom and liberation, while trusting youngsters will use these wisely

- better local products. oh, I will boast to everyone, BUY MALAYSIAN STUFF LAH instead of BUY CANADIAN STUFF EH because its cheaper and better.

- cheaper organic stuff. although I still support GM and hormone-stuffed chicken never tasted any better.

I wish Canada has..(as compared to Malaysia)

- people who actually mean it when they say 'how are you' and 'have a good day'.

- warmer, more friendly people. They have such dry sense of humour. Blame it on the weather.

- better food. Then again, blame it on the weather.

- Therefore, I wish for a more temperate+warmer+humid weather.

- people with better understandings who would accommodate to your needs and obligations so that you can join their activities

- activities that includes everyone. including those who prefer to stay sober and still have fun.

A letter

Dear God,

thank you for allowing me to be here to witness this wonderful change in season

Countless gratitudes,

Ainaa SS

With Love from Edmonton

How's Eid in Canada?

Fun!

Food was good, friends were great. I was in good company for the 1st day of Shawal. The rendang didn't turn out too good, but it wasn't my cooking. I'm not much of a domestic goddess anyways, I did what I could to help. The only thing that's missing? Family (oh and duit raya won't hurt too)

Merry!

Farawahida came all the way from Saskatchewan to join us for Eid Celebration. The more the merrier! Took her shopping at City Centre. Shopping with this girl sangat best! Her principle? when in doubt, BELI! So I ended up 'terbeli' a handbag. Please come again, we MUST go to West Ed Mall for shopping+entertainment.

Not forgetting that crazy random Skype beramai-ramai (I still can't figure out who was really talking and who wasn't)

And the texts and wishes from Toronto people, thank you guys! Missing Malcolm-ku, Julia-ku, Anderson-ku, and Hexen-ku. Speaker-phone calls are awesome.

Oh and kamu, tolong lah jangan tertido depan webcam lagi. hehehe. yes i am talking to you, you know who you are.

Cold!

Windy as hell.

Mental note on outfits on days with weather like this: Baju kurung is definately NOT an option, the darn kain keeps fluttering around like a flag.

Mental note #2: When mat saleh stare at you and you feel so damn proud of your yellow neon national outfit, wish them SELAMAT HARI RAYA. The expression on their faces are priceless :)

Selamat Hari Raya!

With love,

from Edmonton

do u really wanna know?

well you wanna know what's it like?

it wasn't how you said it

chill down your bones

and heart beats faster

etc

it was more like

do I want to hang out with this person?yes

do I feel comfortable talking to this person?yes

do I want to talk to this person again?yes

do I depend pretty much everything on this person?yes

does this person make me feel good?yes

everyday??are you sure??HELL YES

n I ain't goin no where dear

paranoid vs safety

was on the LRT today,heading to Churchill Square. then suddenly someone shouted through the speakers:

THE PERSON WITH THE RED CANISTER!

LEAVE THE LRT IMMEDIATELY

I WILL NOT DRIVE THIS TRAIN UNLESS YOU LEAVE

but the person didn't budge

I WILL CALL SECURITY.

I REPEAT, MAY THE PERSON WITH THE RED CANISTER LEAVE IMMEDIATELY

and the dude ran out

only in Canada eh?

bliss?

Contentment is when you are listening and singing out loud to that song that's forever stuck in your head.

doesn't that feel so good :)

:)

5th Sept - 11.03pm

dah sampai! glad and really appreciate it that you called, even though you were exhausted. was very sweet of you to do that.

you're 3 hours away from me, but at least we are already in the same country again.

things will turn out ok, I promise. hold on.

miss you

summer episode 2

finally, I see rain in Edmonton. No rolling thunder, just plain black sky and malicious winds.
the rain is not even heavy, but stepping out feels like opening the freezer compartment of your fridge.

f-f-f-f-freeezinggggggg!!!

summer

summer so far?

• longer day time (for me) and long party nights (for them)
• the constant smell of coffee (for me) and beer (for them) in the air through out campus
• hot, searing sun which causes sunburn (for me) and tans (for them)
• seeking for shelter from the sun (for me) and lounging in the sun (for them)
• noticing how vivid the colours of the flowers, grass and trees all around (for me and for them)
• looking at the sky and noticing how cloudless it is (only for me)

goodbye 2.0

here's to all the time when I say "hindustan sungguh"

and to the drama queen in you (and me)

not forgetting the late night virtual farming

for the past 3-4 months

how he spent his last night in Malaysia

survival 101

Welcome to today's lecture, SURVIVAL 101. My name is Ainaa, and I will be your instructor. Please turn off all handphones, ipods, etc.

1) Prepare as much as you can before you go.

Pack as early as possible. Prepare your documents beforehand. Anticipate unpredictable situations. Get enough rest and sleep. Most important? TOP UP YOUR HANDPHONE!!!!

2) Do not expect things to be easy.

This is not a holiday. You are not on a cruise ship. Do not expect luxury, or even comfort sometimes. Make the best out of everything. Try to sleep in planes rides, train rides, car rides, etc. Be prepared to feel very exhausted.

3) Be flexible.

Think of yourself as a water. You mould into the container of other people's plan. And as the container change, so do you.

4) Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid to ask for directions. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Don't be afraid if you are left all alone without the JPA officer. Don't be afraid if your friends are not around. Don't be afraid to make new friends (only when they are sober).

This concludes today's lecture. For other information regarding this course, please log on to beartracks.com.

goodbye

how I spent my last night in Malaysia

something that I will definitely miss

the "what if" syndrome

i'm too emotionally attached to certain things.

i can't leave that cuddly pillow behind, because I always have it with me

or that favourite t-shirt, because the worn-out cotton feels nice

or that gigantic black and red pencil case, because my sister sewed that for me

or that white (and permanently stained) bag, because it reminds me about one of my best friends

then there is the what if

what if this happens? at least i have this thing

what if i need this? thank god i bring this thing along

what if i can't find this in Canada? what if this turns out to be handy? what if this what if that

too many "what ifs"

sigh, packing is hard.

90% done with packing, 0% space left. where do I stuff the other 10%?

McFly

one of those all-time feel good sing-along songs :)

Tyson Ritter

old song, old video. but i'm posting this just because i love watching the way Tyson Ritter's mouth and nose move while he sings

Powerful

take a deep inhale

a last look at the surface

hold your breath

push yourself off the board with your toes

plunge head first into the water

are you still holding your breath?

pull your knees closer to your chest

curl yourself into an underwater ball

are you still holding your breath?

open your eyes

feel the ripples on your skin

are you still holding your breath?

unfurl yourself from your fetal position

allow the buoyancy of the water

to carry you up to the surface

allow the air to rush into your crying lungs

and oxygen had never felt so good

wither

Am currently feeling like preserved vegetables; salty and mushy.

Marianas Trench

got a secret?

Mystery Jets

so you think you're in love huh?

fear

Don't be afraid of something foreign just because you are unfamiliar with it.

unfinished business

I can't wait to leave Malaysia. Don't get me wrong, its not that I don't want to see my friends and family again, but I am just so excited to this whole new life in front of me. I want time to fly as fast as it could.

Everyday when I wake up, is it 27th already?

I just want to leave, and leave some questions hanging too. 4 years is a very long time, probably long enough to find the answers.

I don't make promises, promises have expiry dates. 4 years is probably long enough to turn promises into rotten apples.

I don't believe in the word 'forever'. It doesn't last against the test of time, especially 4 years. Nothing lasts 'forever', including 'forever'.

tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock

(time is such just an act of crime)

ah-choo!

*sniffles*

pardon me

my nose is like a leaking tap

may I borrow your hanky please? don't worry, i'm H1N1-free

picasa revival

Found some old and new pictures that looked bare and boring. With Picasa, they are given a whole new makeover.

multi-focal and multi-exposure

Streets of Bandung (Indonesia)

Split and shine

Neon traffic light

Am currently loving that software.

lomography

I know I am no professional photographer, I take pics for fun. I've always known about these lomograph cameras existence, but it never occurred to me to actually buy one. However, after browsing through several magazines, I saw more pics taken using this type of camera and I thought, hey, they are pretty cool. Plus they are affordable too. Still in the midst of googling on how to use one, and which type is the best one for me. I WANT ONE!!!!

everything in between

So far, life has taught me that:

1) do your best and god will do the rest. however, god will not help you if you don't help yourself.

2) it is ok to take risks. live on the edge; go ahead and jump if you want to, you won't regret it.

3) in the morning, pretend that today will be a good day. trust me, by the end of that day, it will be a good day.

4) it is ok to be yourself. at least people will either love you or hate you for who you are.

5) make the best out of everything. they don't say "when life gives u lemons you make lemonades" for nothing.

6) when in doubt, LAUGH.

Nomad

Since I will be leaving in 2 weeks time to Canada to continue my studies, I can barely contain the excitement of leaving. The thought of living on my own in a foreign land with loads of new things is something I look forward to. Sure, there will be some hiccups and I don't expect the journey to be a smooth sail, but I can't picture myself in any other way, studying outside Malaysia.

I enjoy traveling. Be it road-trips, plane rides, or boat rides, I can safely say traveling has become a part of me. Credits to both of my parents who introduced me to the world of packing, passports, and planes at the age of one. I was blessed with a mother who used to work for an airline company (cheaper tickets), and a father whose hometown is across the South China Sea (we frequently visit his hometown every Hari Raya/Eid). Plus, both of my parents used to travel overseas for business purposes. Combine the above, and you will have a recipe for a frequent flyer.

People say its the journey that matters, not the destination. I do not disagree with this entirely, as I do look forward to both the journey and the destination. During long journeys, take the opportunity to read up on a good book, immerse yourself in hundreds of songs, and taking pictures (both mental pictures and real pictures) of how the journey is like. Striking up conversations is good too, but I don't really talk that much to others, I'm pretty much lost in my own world.

Have a pleasant flight to Canada!

Immersing myself in the sunrise 

purpose

How I wish I was the wind

Untouchable

Invisible

Soothing

Pleasing

Temperate

Yeah right.

If I was the wind I would end up as El Ainaa, Hurricane Katrina's sister. 

blank

i shall not succumb to boredom. 'uneventful' sounds way more appropriate.

energy

According to a law in physics, energy cannot be destroyed. Have you ever wonder what happens after you die? Sure, I do believe in the spiritual side of heaven, hell, and such, but what happens to the decease's energy? I believe that energy is transformed and transfered to the people around you. Your loved ones embraces your energy. The people who you have touched their lives with gains from your energy. So fix and extend that energy bond. And you know what? This energy cycle goes on and on. 

Go ahead, spread your energy while you still can. You will thank for it once it gets back to you in heaven

RIP Uncle Saif, who finally rested on Friday, July the 31st 2009. My holidays in Kuching will never be the same without you.

Permanent

I was comparing scars with the lil kids in Kumon, where I am currently working part-time as a 'teacher':

"Teacher! I got this one when I fell down the bike, but I am so happy that I got to ride a big bike!"

"Look at this teacher, my scar looks like the clouds!"

"I was a very brave boy when I had to operate my hands, I didn't cry. That's how I got this scar!"

I realised that scars are permanent stories etched into your very skin. They are pretty much like tattoos; don't ever think yours are ugly, they are a work of art.

Lilliputian

Am i merely

a single piece of brown leaf

disintegrating

in your jungle of memories?

Am i merely

a drop of rain

evaporating

in your storm of thoughts?

Am i merely

an insignificant individual

in your populated world?

Delusions

Your first unconscious strum on the heart's string?

It was only me

Your continues serenade resonating through my bones?

It was only me

Your sugar-coated tales haunting my very soul?

It was only me

Your sun-tanned hands picking me up when my anatomies fall?

It was only me  

Your blinding sincerity shining into my eyes?

It was only me

Your endearing downfalls captivating my mind?

It was only me

If all of this was only me, then why am I still waiting?

Time Machine

the least i can do

years and years from now

is reminisce

and confess

it's the best i ever had

Insatiable

Trying wasn't good enough, but forcing was too harsh. Ignoring proved difficult, disregarding was an understatement. I give up with a hope. Pretending that its mine, only mine. Imagining myself with it, taking full ownership of it.

Isn't this what you've always wanted? 

Not in this way.

What's holding you back?

 That line, I am bounded to it. 

What about that thin line?

I want you to stretch it so I can break free from it.

There you are. I bit my lower lip. I gulped on my own saliva. Inhale and exhale, that drum beats faster and faster. I grab it with my hands, with yours reaching out to mine. Your eagerness tempts me. Your interest never failed to intrigue me. 

At the end of the day I wonder

I s   i t    j u s t   m e   ?

The gift

Of course numbers had colors. Were they also going to tell me that letters and sounds didn't have colours? That letter 'a' wasn't yellow like a faded sunflower and screeching chalk didn't make red jagged lines in the air?

A Mango Shaped Space by Wendy Mass

Air and water, too [i.e. as well as determinately bounded bodies] are seen to possess colors; for their brightness is of the nature of colors.

On Sense and Sensible by Aristotle

Sounds more like a gift rather than a medical condition to me.

Rain

The black clouds curling like an elegant panther waiting to pounce. The sound of thunder, mother nature's symphony of drums. The smell of hot air mixing with the cold wind, a scent that cannot be imitated by any perfumist.  And you're down there, waiting to greet the tiny droplets of liquid diamonds.

Isn't the rain beautiful :)

To the person who made this video, thank you

Pets, cats, and such

I've had pets for as long as I can remember. The earlier ones are several unnamed goldfish and other species of small fish (though when I was small I wish I have a killer whale of my own as a result of watching Free Willy one too many times)

Some of the memorable pets that I had later were 2 rabbits called Usagi and Aidan. It was way back in 2007, and most of their pictures were gone when I had to reformat my old laptop. I did find a picture of Usagi, but no Aidan.

Usagi

We had to give them away. My parents didn't tell us (me and my sis) to whom they were giving the rabbits away. But we did manage to find out anyways. After a month, we went to the new owner's house, and we saw empty cages hanging on the wall. That's a bad sign, not a pretty sight. RIP Usagi and Aidan.

Next, was a tortoise. Found him/her while jogging. I thought I rescued it by adopting it and later naming it Kobis. Kobis had some really bad attitude problems. It keeps knocking itself against the aquarium, and snaps at human fingers. I think it was stressed out, and its best to just let it go. We put him in a nearby pond. Come to think of it, the day I found Kobis was the day he/she tried to escape and be free. So I bet its out there somewhere, riding the waves, dodging predators, doing what normal tortoises do.

Then I had cats. Currently, I have 3 cats, plus 1 cat who visits this house pretty frequently, so its an unofficial pet. I love all of them. I can write 101 posts about them, but i'll save that for later.

Neko

Neko and Dude

Boroi

Animals, pets. Can't live without em. ♥

Newbie

If you think you will find the answer to the whereabouts of the Muffin Man at this site, I suggest you ask yourself the most important thing "Do I really know the Muffin Man?"

So here I am, pondering over this question too, and voila, here comes a blog. No, this blog is not dedicated to the Muffin Man, nor does it include maps and directions and epic adventures to Muffin Man's lair. (Although there are moments when I wish blogs were created for this purpose)

As I continue talking about the Muffin Man, (which inevitably makes this post mainly about the Muffin Man), I wonder, what is the purpose of blogs? People post pictures in them, write and post stuff in them, so u know what, I conclude blogs are like reality t.v. shows. No matter how boring you think your life is, to other people, it might seem interesting, or better (or worse?) random people become fans of your 'regular' life. So, don't you ever say "My life is boring". That's a myth.

Now, about that Muffin Man....