Filed under: emo
I’ve been toying with the idea of getting another cat for awhile already but after this weekend’s disaster, I can kiss that thought goodbye.
I kittysat this cute little kitten for the weekend. It’s actually a gift to Boarie by one of her friend but she couldn’t keep it as her mother is fervently anti-pets. So I looked after it and I had the option of keeping it if I wanted to. How can I not want to? The kitten is adorable.
Boarie named her Strawberry but the Paki calls her Mot, short for comot (messy?) hahaha! She’s about a month old, with tortoiseshell-coloured fur and very round blue eyes. It’s really cute and very affectionate, even though it made a huge mess when it ate and pee-ed twice in my room. However, someone was not happy.
Mok hissed and spat at the kitten and at one time, she wanted to pounce on the poor thing. The kitten actually wanted to smell Mok and go close to her but Mok bared her (many and sharp) teeth. The entire weekend Mok hardly ate and spent most of her time sulking in my mother’s room. She rebuffed all my attempts at touching her, hissing and growling at me. In her eyes, I was a traitor especially since Mot was sleeping with me on my bed.
And you know how your emotions are all over the place when it is that time of the month? Needless to say, I was very upset. The thing that made me sad was that Mok was pretty ok with my sister and behaved normally with my mother, but she was just angry towards me. Which of course made me feel that she hates me and then PMS kicks in and waterworks began. Usually I would carry Mok around the house and play catch with her as well as tuck her into bed properly every night, even at 4am. With the new kitty, Mok wouldn’t even allow me to stand near her. The moment I entered my mother’s room, she hissed. So that was strike 1.
Strike 2 was my mother, who I felt wasn’t very happy because Mok wasn’t happy.
Strike 3 was because Mot needs to be fed, put in the litter tray and be cleaned. That itself isnt’t a big issue but the problem was that I won’t be around during the day to look after her and my sister couldn’t do it because Mok will hate her too.
So Mot had to go and more waterworks ensued.
I really wish I could keep you but circumstances does not permit me to. Even though we spent only 2 days together, you have a special place in my heart. I will always remember you. Goodbye Mot, I hope you will have a good life with your owner.
Filed under: school
I was unfortunate enough to bump into a few Thai lecturers that day. They spoke to me in rapid fire Thai and because my (limited) linguistic abilities failed me, I did what Thai people do best and that is to smile and nod. One of them asked my name and at that point of time, my mind went blank and I had absolutely no bloody idea what she was saying. It was one of those moments when I wished the ground would open up and swallow me and my embarrassment. Today the Paki showed me a shampoo bottle with Thai words on it and again, blank. Nothing came to mind. I think it is time to stop using my Thai textbooks as a coaster.
Filed under: birthdays
A year older and not a single inch taller, story of my life. At the age of 22, some of my friends are already working and earning money for themselves. Some are already engaged, some are married and some are already raising a child/children ( in the same vein, some are also divorced). Even though technically I entered formal, officially-sanctioned adulthood last year, it is only this year that I am feeling the stirrings of growing up. Maybe because turning 22 coincides with the beginning of my third, and maybe final, year of uni. After which there would be a job to find, loans to clear, bills to pay, money to save, husband to hunt ….
But screw that, I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I am going to be a bit out of character here and allow myself a few emo words. My 22nd birthday celebrations were really great and I’m very thankful to everyone who made it happen. I appreciate every gesture, time and effort put in to celebrate my special day. Over time, it is inevitable but nevertheless unfortunate that social groups get smaller and smaller. In fact this year, a good friend of mine did not wish me at all and it is sad but I am sure, or at least I hope, that there is a valid reason behind it. Which is why seeing familiar faces around me, those who were around for more than one of my birthdays, really makes me feel blessed. At the same time, the addition of new faces are also very much welcomed by me and I hope to see the faces many years to come.
First surprise party at Fairmont was a joint celebration with Alfian and it was all planned and executed by Boarie. She kept us both in the dark for the longest time but the cover was blown a few seconds before we found out, when Yayah let out a shriek behind the door hahaha! Nevertheless, a job well done Boarie!
