Life's A Bloody Event!

Ugga-ness of: Nightmares of allergy attacks and bloody feet.

Don't you hate one of those nights where sleep is robbed out of you and you spend the whole night itching and sneezing away as if dust mites were attacking you in a massive war?!

I hate it... I was blood shot awake till 5am with ezcema wounds open on both my feet and oozing with "white sauce" and blood because I couldn't stand the itch. Needless to say... it wasn't a pretty picture. Blessedly, I didn't have long nails....

I couldn't breathe well too... felt like a "web" was sticking unto my lungs or lotsa ugga ugga choking me... And the "PURPLE-PINKISH (it's amazing they have it in my colour) breathing spray what so ever thingie was out of order".

And the "beauty" of all this was, I was out on Anti Histemines (or however you spell it) for the itch and empty on my nose-booger-night-time-pills (whatever scientific name you call it) and practically almost every valid medication. (Actually I have boxes of em... but out of date cause I was just a lazy bugger and couldnt have the "heart" to take em and just let em stack up till it's over due - sad I know)

Yes, I was partially my fault because I have been procastinating in setting up an appointment with my allergy and ENT doctors.

Actually it's not big deal.. it's common for me... 4 out of 10 nights... this happends. But what's special bout this one is "coincidently" I have the exact same wound on both feets! It's actually almost symetrical! And they're both UUGGHH and bloody! Hah! Perfect art of scratching ey?

Anyway.... to make matters even worse again... I'm out of my ezcema cream (or actually can't find it) for my darling wounds and I just applied whatever I could find in my "medicine cupboard" which was filled with dust and over due medications. And it's actually pretty cool to see both your feet on white retention bandages... hehehe...

No pictures though, cause to me.... it was actually a common thing...

Again, nothing major... just.... LIFE and me!

Cheers to modern medicine and insurance! And I hope my laziness won't kill me first!

Miao me up and Purr me away!

I GOT BULLIED BY A FREAKING-FAT-YET-CUTE-AND-HIGHLY-ADORABLE-PLUS-REGAL-BUSHY-TAILED-PERSIAN-CAT TODAY!!!

I find it to be very interesting but at the same time embarassing and stupid!

The story begins in this evening when I was trying to put my hunny bunnies back into their cages. On alternate days, I would release them unto the porch to exercise and to play around (cant confine them all the time) and by night, I would place them back. When I was getting ready and opening the cages, I noticed a certain dark and interesting shadow on my left (I didnt on the porch light then, I was pretty dark). I looked closer and lo, behold: It was a big dark brown and very fat persian cat laying on the porch's corner with it's yellow collar bell twinkling, eyeing on my babies. Oh yes.... You can practically smell the grim-ness in the dark night.

I grin-ed! The thing is, I love cats, especially big fat ones who happen to be really bushy and being a persian in a double plus! If you guys have not read an old post, I once said I stalked a domestic cat in my neighbouhood and that particular kitty happends to be sitting on me porch this very night.... "bonding" with my babies!

I hope it was not having any ill feelings towards my bunnies, but then again, if it did, it would have attacked long ago. So anyway, it was just starring at them and I too did the same except I was starring at it. My fingers got itchy and I wanted to pet it so badly. I love cats but my mum never did, so hence I never got much exposure to it in my life. I tried approaching it, but it moved a few inches away, indicating I was not a comfort party.

NVM!

I then quietly sat there... the the middle of the porch (the light was on then..) at night and tried to blend in.... I started to talk to my bunnies and petted them all the time while they were running around me. Hoping that I "got into the picture", I started scooting closer to the kitty and behold.... I PETTED IT!!!

And for a moment there I thought I was doing a pretty good job... It was responding and cats after all do love much affection and attention. So as I was happily petting it and thinking "hey, this is good.... my bunnies are such a good liaison...teheee.....", The kitty suddenly turn its head and.......

BIT MY HAND!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ouch!!!

The up-side of it was it didn't hurt much but it left a red long scar on my wrist!

-_-"

I was a little pissed off and wanted to hector the bl**dy cat!

Internal thought then: ?*&^%$#@!?*&^%$#@!

Internal thought then 2: You come to my house un-invited, got rude and bit me when I tried to be nice to you???!!!!

Internal thought then 3: If you didn't like it then just walk away!

And then... after bitting me... the kitty made no intention of moving... it expected me to scoot off.....

I was like: "What the....!!!"

Act bossy some more....!!

But then again cats are arrogant, it's what gives them "grace" and pride.

But screw it for a moment... I was ricked off....it BIT ME! And I think I didn't do anything wrong and as a matter of fact, I treated it nice, I adored it!

Anyway... here comes the stupid part of me. Instead of shoo-ing it away or be mean, I succumbed to its "royal-ness" and blah away to my bunnies. My mum said I should just halau it and worse, use the broom.... cause it was not my fault and I have a right to do so... it masuk rumah orang some gigit orang wo....

Anyway, I took my bunnies back into their cages and guess what.... ??

Mr.Cool the Fatty Pump (my nickname to him) started to walk and take a "stroll" on my porch like he owned it! Most cats would usually run or scoot when people come to view (in my neighbourhood that is) but it totally ignored me! Okay, I admit... I LOST the battle in the beginning... I should have shoo-ed it when it bit me but I retreated. I guess I was too engrossed in having to come into contact or proximity with such a lovely cat (my dream cat!) that all I did then was just admire it despite my anger and pain. Bodoh I know (it was just very cute la).

So then after stroutching it's way around my porch, it settle underneath the porch's wooden stool, once again staring at my bunnies (in the cage). I gave it a minute or two before sprinkling drops of water on it which totally set it out in a bounce and leaped away.

And then I told me mum the whole story in which she concluded that I was "BODOH" for letting it "climb all over me". She said she would have halau-ed it with the broom...

Yup, I felt a little dumb la..... Should have bagi it some colour...ahem... if you know what I mean.

But anyway, it was a "fun" experience... Adoring beautiful cats certainly have beautiful prices to pay ey... Hahaha....

What a night....

Despite tonight, I still love cats, let's hope I don't get bitten again... :(

The Touch of an Angel...

Currently Listening to:

In The Arms Of An Angel

by

Sarah McLachlan

(OST: City of Angels).

"Je veux que vous teniez ma main et ne laisse jamais aller."

I should be jumping on rainbows!

Do you know what's really sad???

It's being BORED~!

Yup, real sad!

So sad indeed.

Really, it is.

When a young vibrant and supposingly cheerful and cherry girl is bored, it's really sad.

So sad.

So much to do, SO MUCH!

Yet nothing is done...

Yes here she sits, drowning in boredom and completey sluggish to do anything proper or useful.

So that's why it's sad.

Truthfully, one should never be bored for real. For there is just 'so much' to do be it in or out.

But the fact that I am bored and take no pride in improving the silence makes it even sadder.

Here I am, sitting on my chair in my pink pyjamas, hugging my Ladybird bolster and blogging on boredom because I "made myself bored".

SAD.

I find it to be so and yet so incompetent to do otherwise.

Humming out the Imperial March from Star Wars does seem to entertain me at all as it used to.

I feel so low, so sluggish.

Maybe over sleeping is really bad to the bones :P .

I keep dreaming of myself stroutching on the aisles of IKEA, slurping on its cheap yet delicious ice cream, walking like a care-free human being and just enjoying the scent of IKEA's cleaniness and wooden furnitures.

Yeah... something simple like that is enough.

Funny how it seems to be. Ikea is just 5 minutes on a car ride from my homey home and yet here I am stuck at home (mostly alone) and dwelling in my boredom.

I can't go out for I can't drive, my bro is always not available to do so for me, and friends just seem to vanish or have a tighter schedule in their lives.

No one to blame really, half of the problem could be solved if only I could drive, but hey, that's not the matter now. The matter is, I am bored. So bored at home and it's sad as I couldn't make myself any useful, not to myself and not to others.

I do my chores, I walk around the living room, I surf the net and TV, I talk to my hunny bunnies and I sleep like a pig. People have been asking me out, but somehow I fail to present myself at the location of appointment when I am so tight on transportation. I tried to drive the car out once alone, but gave up immediately when the car engine died right on the porch. Needless to say, the car barely moved.

Lame?

or

Loser?

Don't answer that!

My mum said that being bore at home with nothing to do is bullocks!!!

She said.... "Go work in McDonalds la! (Cause I love MCD) Smell it everyday till you get sick of it and don't want to eat it anymore."

I wasn't short of cash, I am a lazy creature and most of all, what makes you think wrapping burgers all day isn't boring?! LOL!

I told myself that I won't "work" till untill I graduate cause when I do, I'll be doing it for the next 30 years of my life. So might as well, enjoy the freedom of my youth now. Debate-able I know, but I am not a money minded person or a brand-crazy gal so I prefer to stay at home instead of boring myself outside instead for cash (just for a stupid bag or what).

If I were to work, I wanna do something I like (don't care got money or not). I thought of volunteering at a hospital or so but then again, the transportation issue always get to me and me and my mum end up debating on and on that I'm not ready and all etc. And how she's going to get me a car after I graduate and then can only I start to drive. -_-"

And I was like.... "If I go work in MCD also got transportation prob ma..."

Mum: "............."

Anyway... All I need now is just an IKEA ice cream and a stroll...

Argh!!...What a boring post....hahhahahah~ !

A toast to boring-ness...CHEERS!

May your day be less boring then mine....toodles!

God bless and huggies!