Kitty Blog

I'm in love with cats. Here's a cutey website for it!

http://cuteoverload.com

Memories

Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot or u didn't like me, anything you remember! Don't send a message, leave a comment on here. Next, re-post this in your notes and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty cool (and funny) to see the responses. Repost as "memories."
After you leave your memory, answer this.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. how do you feel about me?
5. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When's the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
14. Are you going to post this in your notes and see what I say about you?
15. What is my best quality?

Once again

I begin to write once more

How odd it is to lose myself in a vicious circle, and be able to return as myself.

Gigi Susu

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Check it out:-

"Hello?"

"Aaaaghhhhh!"

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P.s - And yes, I've realized how dorky that all sounded but who wouldn't love these little toofs? 8-]

On Your Behalf

I got bored so Jo gave me something to do. This artist is cool with some of the stuff he does. He is a street artist and there's link if you're interested more in the stuff he does.

Here's the link to his webpage:

http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/index.html

Vous avez su cela..

picture taken from - RaminaRibcage

Oinkers

Last weekend, my significant other, Bee Aeh and I, went to One Two Utama. As we had just finished having lunch, I asked Aeh if he wanted to have mango honeydew pudding for dessert at a certain dessert store.




Upon reaching, Aeh commented, "No sayang, I don't want to eat at Honeymoon Sweetmoon."
j0: Why not? They have mango honeydew pudding. U love that.
Aeh: Yeah, but I don't want to eat there.
j0: Why la?
Aeh: Because can't you see? They're giving out pork for free!





:facepalm:


facepalming away,
j0

Superficial

There are reasons to hating reunions.
A gaggle of people you don't feel like meeting, come together to 'chat'.

"So, what are you doing now? What do you plan to study? Working?"

Bloody boring.
These sessions are not 'chats'. They are rehearsed conversations. You disagree? Then why do people say the same things? Ask the same questions?

"Haiya, come see us ma,"

But I don't want to see you people. Why do you think that you've not seen me or heard from me for so long? It's simply because I don't want you to see me or hear from me. It's simple.

I refrain, of course, from stating the obvious.
You can say "She don't get to see her boyfriend, she won't come one la," because you refuse to admit "She don't want to come because she don't want to come la,". You need an excuse. Something to comfort yourselves that I am awful rather than me losing interest in you.

I have hated gatherings which involves eating and roaming in shopping malls. There is nothing, and I am very sure, nothing to do. It is already bad that we all cannot talk frankly because no one believes in it and those who do will simply be ignored (and therefore have given up in bothering).

I don't need gatherings or reunions. I see those I want to see. I talk to those I want to talk often enough. You gather because you have already separated from each other. The difference is obvious and the chasm is there.

I don't need a bridge across it. I don't want your bridges on my cliff.

We can't please everybody.
I've simply chosen to please myself.

Social norms?
I don't need them. I don't follow them. I just rant about them and dump them aside.

Ciao. I'm not seeing you people to-morrow. Because I don't want to. Sucks to the movies, sucks to lunch, sucks to 'because we were a class'. It was fun riding with you guys, but it won't be fun to continue. We are simply too different, and it's not your fault. Y'all are normal. I'm just too weird. I talk about things you people don't want to talk about. You talk about things that bores me.

It's true. =D
All too true.
I don't say it because you won't accept it.

This blog post is to increase the activity, and to become an outlet of temporary emotions.

Bu bu poruche!

I Get Paid To Pretend!!!

A thought manage to strike an interest in me. I just finished watching a commentary on the movie 300 and the director manage to say something out that I find funny.

"We are in a warehouse where they used to build trains in Montreal and it is freezing cold outside. But inside, we are pretending to be at a dusty war place. It's funny how we get paid to pretend!" 

And I realized, since I'm in almost the same line of job...I'm getting paid to come up with random doodles and sketches. That...I find honestly funny! 

[insert symbols followed by XYZ!!!]

I HATE my college.

j0

Idle

I have two ulcers. One of them under my tongue.
It sucks when you can't lick hot chocolate off a tumbler lid because it causes a lot of pain. Little droplets of liquid chocolate plus a hint of milk and sugar, are wasted due to my inability to use my tongue.
Eating is now also a pain thanks to my liking towards spicy food. Most of the time, when the ulcer gets too much, I make a bowl of instant tom yam noodles (spicy ones, mind you) and 'kill' the pain by causing a large amount of pain in one go.
Oh, but I'm still eating, lots. PMS sucks.
My PMS usually involves insatiable thirst, hunger and lethargy. It's not fun to keep drinking water until you feel sick because your body tells you "I'm parched, hydrate me," for a few hours straight. Also, I've been eating a lot. Over-hydrated and over-fed AND tired.
And then there is the short-fused phase, the emo-phase plus abdominal pain.
Some people think PMS is created as an excuse. I believe that they should be given the Tantalus treatment whilst being punched in the stomach while their brains are being pumped with a myriad of hormones women get that messes with their brains during PMS.

Yay.

9 Years Old

It was the 2nd week of me going down to KL. And this time, it was to pick up my passport from the High Commission. It all began when I thought I was the only one visiting KL and will be the only niece/nephew that will be visiting my uncle and aunt. After booking a flight with AirAsia, I promptly called my uncle the very next day to tell him about my arrival.

As I waited patiently by my phone, my called was missed by my uncle. Thus, I proceeded dialing his house phone number, in which, my aunt picked up instead. I told my aunt about my arrival instead and to my surpirse, I was told that another cousin of mine would be arriving in KL that very same day. We would be arriving at the same location but different time. He was to arrive at Sentral Station at around 1 in the afternoon whilst I was to arrive at LCCT at about 10 in the morning. My aunt, who didn't want to make two trips at the same time, told me to call my cousin and arranged a new time instead. I, being me, was confused with the information given to me by my aunt. I thought my cousin's arrival time at LCCT station would be at 1 pm and my aunt wanted me to wait for a few hours for my cousin's arrival. I told this to my parents over dinner and it manage to cause up a frenzy!
Everything kept getting messier and messier, and the more I called my cousin to talk about it, the more confusing it got for everyone. Finally, I manage to receive the informati0n that my cousin would be arriving at LCCT at 11 am. I was being pestered by my cousin the very next day for ruining up a perfect plan.

Just as I thought my problems were over, another risen with the visit of my aunt's nephew. The little boy was only 9 years old and he is the epitome of annoyance. When my aunt first picked up my cousin and I, the little boy was the sweetest little angel. He did not make a sound and he was obedient all the way. I have met with him once, long before. And I remembered the last time I've met this boy, he was only 7 and he kept on telling everyone that he is about to commit suicide. Since he kept on pestering everyone about it, I reached my point and just went along with him by telling him to go ahead. He was quiet for a while but he kept on pestering. So I have my doubts when he was a little angel. But as soon as my aunt left to pick up her kids from school, the little devil began emerging. My cousin and I were powerless to the 9 year old. He is unbearable but at the same time, he is only seeking attention which he lacks. But I have to be honest, his ways of seeking it is totally at the brink of annoyance and I am tempted to unleash my wrath of J1-ness if he doesn't shut up.

Oh well, kids will be kids and since everything turn up well for me through immigration. I will bare with this torture. Plus, he goes home tomorrow! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Letter of Approval

Dear Brands Outlet,

1. I have recently visited your branch in Ikano with a friend of mine & happened to chance upon a pair of shoes on display that I liked for Rm22.50. The following was a series of events that occurred:-

i. I walked up to the people working in the shoe department [a guy and a lady] and asked if that particular pair was the last pair. The lady answered "yes" and proceeded to put the shoes for me at the counter without a box. I figured, never mind, maybe the counter will help put them in later.

ii. When I went to pay, the cashier was all sour faced as if I had run over her cat the day before. I pushed it aside and gave her my friendliest smile and my cash as well. The bag boy upon handling my shoes dumped them into a plastic bag and handed it to me. I was already dumb-founded by this point but shrugged it off.

iii. I went back to my friend who was still lingering at the shoe and accessories section and lo-behold, I saw the lady & the guy bent over a shoe box, removing a brand new pair of the same shoes I bought. She then proceeded to put that pair on display. By this time I was flabbergasted.

iv. I then told my friend what had happened and proceeded to leave but asked her to check the size of the shoes before we left. That lady, the same one who told me that I had just bought the last pair, had just put on display a newer version of the same shoe I bought in my size. Where's the justice in that? Immediately, I left the store swearing.

2. Please understand. I had already set my mind in buying those shoes. The least the sales people could've done was either to put my shoes in a box and wait until I left to put new ones on display or get me a new pair. That's not too much to ask, right? It's not as if I wanted to bring it up to her and go, "Hey auntie. This one ah, still got or not? Got ah? *tries shoes and gives it back* I don't want la. Not nice." Is it that hard to just pull out a box of a new pair that has not been tried on by hundreds of people and put it on the counter? What are they paying you to stand there and count shoes for? As you can tell, I'm fairly pissed and has been for the last 6 hours.

3. Let's just say, I am definitely NOT going back to Brands Outlet anytime soon.

Thank you for your service,
j0.

Egads, I speak.

What are we all after? What is the purpose of life?
Self-inflicted questions are so cliche. Yet it goes on and on because no one knows an answer we're really satisfied with.
Roller-shutters roll and squeak as they descend and fall with a crash.
Bird calls echo loudly, even with so much noise from cars, from houses, from families and from the hum of a CPU.
I recall things.

I recall my personal wants, my own opinions, my ideas, my dreams.
Why are they all so irrational when applied to this thing people have dubbed 'reality'?
I...don't care.

People debate over jobs, over money, over the existence of God, philosophies, the meaning of life, what other people think about their clothes, the way they act, what other people say about them and so many other things.
They are all just simply things.
I don't care.

Jobs, money. They are duties we give ourselves. We need a job because we need money. We need money because money buys us necessities and things we want. They are important because we made them so, yet more people are subjected to greed and pride. The poor wants money to survive, the rich wants to get richer. Things become expensive. People forget what it's like to share because they want things, and more things. We forget what life really is because of our greed. No, we have already forgotten.

God or no God? Life? Afterlife? Beforelife? Arguments on religion are always tedious. A Christian girl I know once said to me that she needs to find something unexplainable so that I can accept that it is a miracle and believe in God. Why is there a need to explain things? Everything can be considered a miracle. Colours are a miracle, families are miracles. Why do we need to explain things? It was as if we explain things because we don't understand them, and we don't understand them because we don't accept them.
I don't care.
God or no God. Whether I am doomed to hell or not. The sun still rises from the east in the morning and I'll still get hungry. Locoroco will still be cute.

People judge because they don't understand, and if they do they will not judge. "Don't judge me based on your ignorance." Because of these ideas, I've grown to not be affected by other people's thoughts.

I'm crazy, irrational, odd. Yes, I know. You've all told me a million times.
I look at the sky, therefore I am weird.
I once asked myself: Why have a window when you won't look out of it?
And I answered my own question.

I can't live the life people expect me to. My examination results say I'm stupid, but some people say I'm smart. I sit in class but I don't feel as if I've learnt anything except that memorizing facts will ensure that I score. People say it's good to have a degree and a job but a job is just for money. People say lots of money is good, but I see rich people and I think that I don't want to be like them. I can't see the way 'normal' people see, nor think the way normal people think. That is why people who don't know me always dismiss my ideas and opinions. It's too odd, too 'negative'. My hitouts on 'society', on 'education', on 'the monetary system' and 'humanity'. They avert their eyes because it's too depressing for them, yet too true. But why is it depressing? It's not as if we can't fix it, it's just that no one wants to fix it. People say they want change yet stick to the same thing over and over again. Like how I keep saying the same things and sticking by my own path even though I will not gain a respectable job or earn good money and disappoint other people because I think other people just 'don't get it/want to get it'

I'm not metaphilosophical. I'm just too detached.
That's why I can say so much.
That's why people call me crazy.


Why do we have a window if we won't look out of it?

Because at least we'll have something to jump out of.

by me, the Slightly mad, but quite insane.