Living Among The Unreal.

It's reasons like these that make me drown myself in things that are unreal. It's because when they start to become real and feel real, it all falls apart and I'm left empty-handed and heart broken.

A Cat Is What A Cat Is.

Oh, Turtle. I feel your pain!

I had a cat once. She was evil but I liked her. I got her when she was just a weaned kitten... I got her when I was in the second grade from a first grade teacher. She wasn't my teacher but her class use to join in with our class (when I was in first grade). She had a sign up and I decided - with mother's permission - to take one home. Her name was Snow. I'm not sure what breed she was, all I know was that she was pure white and had blue eyes, she was perfect! Or should I say, purrfect. (laughs) But she was my first cat, so I wasn't sure how cats were like... She wasn't too playful but she was adventurous. She didn't seem to like me much but she adored mother... Sigh. She even scratched up my legs while I was using the bathroom. That horrible —

She liked anything that resembled string. Cable wires, chargers, curtains, mother's sewing threads, spaghetti... She went craaaaaaaaaazy with strings! She even tore out the strings from all my shorts and I wouldn't know, so when I put on my shorts... They fall! Darn my Asian mother and her fondness of buying things of bigger sizes so that I can "grow into them". Sad.

She was horrible, stubborn, bitchy and snarly but she looked cute and beautiful destroying things.

And THAT... Is evil. PURE EVIL!

Reliving some memories,
Otter

Indigo in Indo.

On Tuesday morning, Indigo left for Indonesia to see his friends that he hasn't seen in about four years or more. He'll be there until Saturday morning. I'm glad.

In all honesty, I'm not quite sure if this will go anywhere. I haven't tried anything or whatever but just seeing it as it is... I'm 50/50 (maybe I'm being a little too generous) with the whole thing. Do I feel like I'm his type? Yes. Feel is the word. But am I? Not sure. If he thinks Rhino is "gorgeous", then what am I? A freaking goddess? I think so. I wouldn't call this a 'love triangle' because I don't think Indigo is Rhino's type... But, you know. Still. Gross. Sigh~ "Still gorgeous", he says. Ha! Gorgeous my sweet patootie!

I don't know. I honestly don't know... That's why I'm taking this time (away from him) to just chill out because I think with what happened along the way, I reopened a bottle of feelings that have been kept away all these years and it almost got the best of me... And, I'm really hoping I didn't leave any traces or hints along the way.

Let's just see what happens between Indigo and I.

Re-bottling,
Otter

Rule # 1 when living with a cat...

... is to make sure that anything resembling thin wires is totally out of their reach. Hitler chewed on my cellphone's earbuds that I absentmindedly left on the dining table. This morning, I was dismayed to find out that my right earbud was totally detached.

Which then reminded me of the time I was in high school. I was charging my phone and the wire of my charger was thin-like my phone earbuds- and the cat kept playing with it, swiping and prodding and everything. I didn't mind coz I thought he'd eventually get bored with it. The next thing I knew, my phone stopped charging. I looked down at the charger to see that the wire was completely cut clean.

What baffles me more about cats' preference for wires is the fact they can cut it so CLEANLY.

Curses,
Awkward Turtle

NOM.

In a span of 5 minutes. Mmmmm.

Hitler

This is Hitler. a.k.a. Charlie Bo Jangles. He loves playing tag and nibbling fingers.
 He can also look into your soul if he feels like it.

Adorbs. ♥