TTFN Now :)

I gave the little kitten to the animal shelter.
She's gone now.

:(

Kitty Rescue

Okay.

Today, a darling little kitten followed my sister home from school, as she was crossing the park. And no matter what we did to the kitten (nothing violent, mind you, I love animals), it still followed us home, right to our very front gate.
So we had no choice but to keep it, at least until mom came home and will bring the kitten to PAWS (an animal shelter somewhere near my house), because I can't rare the kitten due to having a dog and a rabbit as my current pets.

So anyway, I fed the kitten, played with her (I think it's a her, it doesn't look like a he), hung a broken squash ball on top of the cardboard box (she's being held hostage inside this HUGE box) and became her temporary mother of the day! :D

And she was such a dear too. :)
She mewed when she was upset, or when she wanted to play, and she curled herself into a tiny fluff-ball when she wanted a nap, and she was also very photogenic.






Well, okay, the pictures are really blur, but that was because she kept moving herself!
But otherwise, you can picture her as a very adorable kitten.

Oh by the way, I even named her Sophie. I considered Isabella, and my sister said Souffle, but then I just went with Sophie. It sounded so much more like a gentle cat anyway. :)

P/S: I wanted to keep her very much! She purred when I patted her. :(

When You Love Someone

Let me just tell you right now that the neighbors' kids living behind me are a pain in the neck. Or butt, whichever.

They've started crying about 15 minutes ago and they just stopped. And they're cryings aren't regular child-wailing. No, it's screaming and shrieking, real loud shrieking.
The kind of shriek that penetrates your closed bedroom windows and can only be drowned by turning on the stereo volume to the max.
THAT kind of shriek.
Well, thank god they've stopped.

Right, for this weekend I spent my whole day shut up in my room, studying Sejarah and doing Math (well, not really. I spent most of the time reading the 5th Harry Potter book, which I found sitting on my mom's office cupboard. =D).
I would've rather doing it downstairs because everytime I enter my bedroom, switch on the air-con and flunk on the bed, I get this urge to lie down and sleep.
But I can't, because my sister's friends are here, to practice for their play. And let me remind you that if I can't even stand 2 noisy neighbor kids, I absolutely can't stand 10 kids yelling downstairs.
But so far I've dealt with it (more or less anyway), and today's the last day they're practicing, because their play's on Monday.

Oh, by the way, I just found out that all of Pei's sunflowers' died.
So sad.

Candle Wax

So, it was the Mooncake Festival yesterday, but it didn't felt so to me.

I stayed at home and watched the Desperate Housewives Season 3 Marathon all day while making notes for Sejarah.
Then I fished out candles and lanterns from the store room and lit them on the cement floor in my backyard.
But it was drizzling. What a bummer.

And my house was the only house within dunno-how-many-miles that has lit candles and lanterns on the clothes peg and the back of the house.
The only company we had were some little neighboring kids lighting candles on the bench of the hut in the park.

And I made a heart shape out of candles.
It took me quite a while, and my back ached after bending down for 30 minutes trying to stick the candles onto the ground.

It's pretty, ain't it?
Oh, you can even see some of the candles melting. Right.

And of course, I had mooncake!
There were...different types of flavors.
Like, DURIAN (yuck), teh tarik coated with chocolate (it tasted just like chocolate. Very very very sweet chocolate), green tea (I didn't take that one), and one with the egg yolk thingy (yumm).

And then,my dog.
She found a candle lying on the floor, grabbed it and ate it.
SHE ATE A CANDLE!!
>.<

Happy Mooncake Festival.

One Step At A Time

First of, I'm bored.
Really really really bored.
I don't know why, I just am. It's not that I have nothing to do, I do!
I have to study, I have Harry Potter to finish re-reading, and I have my Ugly Betty to watch.
But I'm still bored.

Second, I think too much. And I worry a lot as well.
I have to stop thinking because it distracts me from studying (did I mention that The Big Day is just 30 days away???!!!) and I also have to stop worrying because I'm not even in the right position to be worrying about.

Thirdly, I hate my stupid Limewire. I can't even download a single, bloody song.
I have to go to my dad's account to download songs from HIS limewire, which really sucks, because I hate switching accounts.

Fourth, so much for mom telling me that I'm not allowed to use the computer for one month. Hah. You can still see me using! :D

Fifth, why oh WHY did I not start studying last month?
I'm starting to panic now, I feel withered. Like a dying flower. Or a dead one.
I don't know what I'm going to do, and everyday I return home exhausted, without fail.
I'm not physically tired, I'm mentally tired.
I've tortured my brain until it cannot be tortured anymore.

Which is probably why I've been blogging crap all this while.

Need A Hug?

Okay, I still came online all the same.

So much about being strict and not coming online for one whole month.
What was I thinking anyway?
There's no way I can NOT come online for one MONTH.
And mom's not being all that serious about what she said anyway.
So yeah.

Great. 36 days to doom.
The closer the days get to PMR, the higher I feel my pressure rising.
Diediediediediediediediediediedie.

Until We Gain Freedom

I cannot believe this.
My mom is being totally strict on me.

PMR is 37 days away and she's already banning me from TV AND computer for one whole month!
Talk about her seriousness and eagerness for me to score in the exam.

But you know, I actually have to agree with her.
I've haven't been focusing much on my studies. My results were horrible. I definitely could've done better. :/

Well at least I went shopping today but I just managed to get myself a tube top/dress. :)

Cheers to straight A's, to hard work, and to the soon-to-be well-earned freedom the poor dears who are taking the government exams this year will be gaining. :D

DAMN YOU

First off, I'm really sorry I have to say this but DAMN YOU.
You've really crossed the line this time.
There's no excuse for this. Really.

Just because you're so stressed out doesn't mean you're all that. Just because you have mountain piles of homework doesn't mean you can frustrate your anger out on us.
You want us to "understand" you. Well guess what?!
We did. We TRIED.
And it doesn't seem to be working. You and your stubborn mind can't seem to appreciate us enough.
You stomp around, you yell and you cry. You want us to help, you don't want us to help. You hate us, you love us. You trash about and you scream. You talk about being stressed all the time. Well then, what about us?
We feel stressed enough already and we don't need your piercing screams to be another burden to us. I'm not saying that you are a burden. I'm saying that you need to really understand that WE have a life to go through as well, and we don't have to dedicate every precious second of our life trying to serenade you.
You're not a baby anymore, so please, please, grow up.

I tried to get you down and talk to you about it. But whenever I start on how we're feeling all this tension because of you, you just start to wail and talk about how YOU feel having to carry this heavy load on your shoulders.
All I want is for you to actually open your eyes and see how we're trying to help you out, but all you do is just turn away our help.
It's...it's just really hard for us, because you want us to offer you help, but then you turn away out help.
And then when we've decided that we've had enough of you and we'll just go mind our own bloody business, you start wailing again, saying that this is so tough for you and how you need our encouragement.
And we sympathize you and try to help you again, but then you get frustrated and you start throwing your temper around.

What do you want?!
Do you want us to actually help you out, or not?
Because if you do, then I don't think you're making yourself very clear on that subject. And if you don't, then stop wailing when we don't help you.
We all don't have the time in the world to be stuck at the study table and help you solve your homework problems.

That's right. It all started and ended with homework.
Homework homework homework.
It's the cause of all these arguments and yelling.
If you can't stand it any longer, think about us. We can't stand it any more than you can.
You made her cry. You made her cry. And she's your mother.
WAKE UP.


You may think that what I'm talking about does not make sense, but if you're actually here to get a feeling of what it's like to be stuck in a situation like mine, you'd fully understand.