Despair

Not too long ago, I read from somewhere that if you're desperate to find a new love, that means you're not ready to have a relationship.

I was once so desperate to get my motorcycle, now that it's finally arrived, I find it hard to balance.

I guess I'm not ready.

A Friendship Story Between Two Kittens

In the previous post, I've written that I've lost the kittens of a mother cat. The mother cat actually reunited with one of them a few days after that post. A neighbour's maid found one when she was buying some breakfast nearby and brought it home. I took it to the mother and they looked so happy. Then my grandma gave some food to the kitten and I assumed they went out to get the others because my grandma told me that the kitten went missing again (I was already in the office).

Then a few days later, that same maid gave us another kitten (picture on the left). It has a very peculiar colour. It's actually my first time seeing a cat like this. One of a kind. And I still dunno if it's a female or a male. My sister said it's a female because of the colour. But this cat is not afraid of anything. And I mean, anything. Not even a much bigger cat (the bigger one is the one afraid of it) or water. It actually likes it. And it's also very territorial. Every time there's a cat wandering around, it hisses at the newcomer even though the so-called newcomer is a frequent cat that usually visits our house.

Then a few nights ago, another neighbour kids gave us another new kitten. It's much smaller and some mother cat (that used to be ours but is now everyone's) kept hitting it so they decided to keep it at our house. My sisters were here so they of course didn't reject the offer. My grandma unwillingly accepted it but the problem was the older territorial kitty. It kept hissing at the new kitten. So we had to put it inside the house in the living room. We had to do that for several days until we decided that the older one has got used to the presence of another cat. Until one day, they actually shared the same place to sleep. They still fought but it's friendlier than before.

One afternoon, some neighbour kids borrowed this new kitten and brought it to their house. I lent it to them since we were cleaning the house anyway. As the older kitten was alone, it looked pretty lonely. It was usually very energetic; jumping everywhere. But that day, it just slept for almost the whole day. I opened the front door to let it out but it just stayed still near my feet, as if waiting for the new kitten to return home. It was really saddening because the kids still hadn't given it back.

What's even sadder was when it was time to sleep. I put the older kitten on its bed but it just sat there. I almost cried then. I let it in the house again and it actually slept on my lap. I guess it's already used to the new company. But I had to let it out because that's where it usually sleeps.

This whole thing shows me that even cats as small as my older kitten need a friend. Even if they used to fight all the time, when they're already accustomed to a new company, they will miss the presence when they're alone.

Now I just need a picture of them sleeping together.

Same same

Some people hate it when they see someone wearing the same clothes as them. Especially if that said someone is a rival. Each of them would try to sabotage the other so that they would be different like any other day. There have been a lot of movies or series that involve this kind of situation.

But funny enough, I have never seen something like this in real life (or it doesn't actually happen; just the imagination of the movie maker/producer/scriptwriter/director/etc.). Maybe that's because I used to wear uniforms in school, even in Kindergarten. Until Secondary School. College and University required us to wear normal ones so it was a new situation for me to be honest, where I had to choose what to wear for the day.

Anyway I'm used to seeing the same clothes since I was a kid so I guess I don't mind if I'm in that situation. I will even laugh it off because of all clothes that we have, we actually wear the same ones. That's a weird coincidence.

Unless of course, you plan it beforehand with the other person.
And you plan to "sabotage" each other.
Now that's a different whole situation.
You're just asking for attention.

A Love Story Between A Mother Cat and Her Kittens

Last month when we returned to this country, we were greeted by a small family of cats that consisted of a mother and her three kittens. The mother has visited us before so she was quite friendly. The kittens, on the other hand, were scared because it was their first time seeing people up close when for a month they've been alone before this.

Being the nice person that she is, my grandma fed them and soon they're brave enough to approach when we called them to have some meals. Usually during the feeding, the mother would just stay back and let the kittens eat first. And whatever that's left, she would eat it. That's how much she loved her children.

Then, my grandma started putting the kittens outside the house so they would have a different environment from the backyard. The neighbour kids like cats as well so they played with the kittens. But they were overwhelmed by the loud noise and strangers so they mostly hid themselves in the bushes. Getting them back inside the house every late afternoon was a bit of a work because I assumed they were already comfortable playing outside.

But last Sunday, the kittens went missing. We called for them but other cats came instead. We waited a few hours and called but none came. The mother looked for them too but it was a fruitless attempt. Her meow sounds different when she calls for her children and I still hear it from time to time. It sounds really sad. She doesn't want to eat as normal because she can't find them. She usually holds some food on her mouth and calls for them so they can eat it. But alas, nobody comes.

I just hope whoever took the kittens takes good care of them. Although, I do wish they came back because the mother sounds and looks so sad. Even the neighbour kids are sad that they have no kitties to play with.

Family

The other day on my way back home, I saw a little family consisted of two quite young parents and their toddler. I was sitting right behind the driver, whereas the family was in front. I assume the toddler was tired because she kept screaming her hair out. And the parents just ignored her. I was listening to some music so I wasn't really bothered, although the shouting was still heard clearly.

Then, it got me thinking: what would I do if I was the mother? Would I ignore my kid too? Or would I try to calm the kid down?

Until now, I can't imagine how I would look and feel like if/when I become a parent. Will I be able to cook my husband something? Will he like it? How many children will we have?

Heck, will I meet someone? And when will that be?

People always say that everyone will have someone to live with for the rest of our lives. I tell myself that as well, but it's not my fault that I sometimes think otherwise. I can't help but be impatient.

A Small World

Every day, we meet people. Be it in the neighbourhood, market, mall, school, work, or on our way to our destination. Just like my previous entry "Soulmates", they might be our soulmates (if you're not married yet); our one and only, our love.

What if they're also related to us? The people who sell vegetables in the market might be our distant cousins. The security guard at the mall beside our workplace might be our uncle. Our boss might be our nephew. We will never know.

There is a really tiny, puny chance that we're all related. We somehow share the same blood. Just look at your own family chart. You and I might be somehow relatives.

It's a small world.

Observation

The older people get, the more childish they become

Well, maybe not 'childish'. And certainly not 'immature' either. More like 'childlike'. They act like a kid, as if they're getting younger

Examples are my parents

I'm not complaining at all, because they're kind of more loveable now. Although, it does get annoying sometimes

Malaysian English: The Most Colourful English in the World

I came across this video in Facebook a few weeks ago. People have been sharing this everywhere in that site. But I only got to watch it around two days ago. I thought it's very interesting and funny by the way the speaker shared her experiences living in Malaysia (her husband is a Malaysian-Chinese).

soulmates

For the past few months, I always use public transportation. It has its own upsides and downsides. Upsides: I don't have to drive on my own, I can sleep, I won't get lost, etc. Downsides: I have to spend a lot of money to pay for the fees, I can't avoid traffic jam because it's the transportation's route, I can be late, etc. So I have a love and hate relationship with the public transportation. Sometimes I wish I had my own motorcycle at least, but at the same time it's much better to use public transportation.

When I'm inside public transportation, I always have this thought: what if one of these many people inside the car is actually the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with? We wouldn't know for sure. Soulmates - or the person we're destined to be with - can be anyone. It can be your boss, your neighbour, your best friend, your security guard, or even the driver of the public transportation.

What if my soulmate was sitting right beside me yesterday on our way home? What if he was the one I bumped into in the mall last month? What if he was actually my own friend whom I haven't met in years? Like I said before, we wouldn't know.

But people say that soulmates won't go anywhere. Because we're destined to be with them, they're going to return to us one of these days.

This is so very random, but it just came to me yesterday. And I just needed to let it all out.

creativity

This afternoon, I felt so creative that I immediately thought of writing something in this blog. But the creativity just vanished all of the sudden, so my mind is now empty of creative things

Anyway I don't know if I should be happy or not, to be honest. Staying here longer might be good for me. I have no idea. One thing for sure: even if I might not accept things willingly, things that will happen and have happened are the best that can and will ever happen in my life

Man, I don't know what I just wrote. I guess having been in my hometown for the past few months plays a part in my weird choice of English words :S