2 Days

Helping my aunt out in the bookshop, I had an interesting conversation with my cousin. It was about someone we both know. You could say a common friend. Anyway, apparently the young lady (she's 14) thinks that pregnancy is caused by kissing. Yes, kissing.

I was shocked, gobsmacked, flabbergasted, astonished, blown away, stupefied and I've officially run out of synonyms.

Now I know why the government wants to implement sex education in schools.

So, what do you think?

On a different note, the mosquitoes in Klang are rampant. They attack mercilessly and bite, consume my precious AB positive blood and then leave me scratching furiously cursing inwardly, seething. rawr.

Okay, I'm off to destroy some blood-sucking insects. Wish me luck :)

Signing out,
singing-in-the-rain

Ps: Omg! Omg! Omg! Dancing in the rain and strong wind brings out the inner child in me. Try it!

Casualties

Have you ever restrained yourself so much it just takes a herd of elephants to stop you from punching that particular annoying person. And then all you need is a 2B pencil [or anything cheaper preferably], you snap it in half and there, problem solved (:

No, I did not break anything. You may sigh in relief. Nothing like a good rant and rage songs can't fix.

And yes, once again it takes great self-restraint to stop myself from talking about it here. I mean, I deal with things by putting them down in words but preferably not here. I do not treat my blog like my diary and it makes absolutely no sense why some people do that. Whatever happened to good ol' pillow talk with your girlfriends?

I have [sadly] given in to this fad called tumblr. It was unintentional which then turned into hours and hours [actually, I think I only spend about half an hour on it] looking for cute sayings, cool pictures and downright funny things to reblog. I think the concept is something like stumbleupon.com [I'm not entirely sure which one came first and I'll admit that. Also because I'm too lazy to google it].

Which reminds me, I wonder if I've said it before, but I'll say it again anyway. I'm pretty sure Google is now a verb and is no longer just a noun. Are you guilty of saying things like: "Sure, I'll Google it" or "I'm Google-ing right now". It has replaced the word for search in our daily dictionary and the only times we use the word "search" is well, maybe never. Seriously, do you even say things like: "Help me search for my car keys"? In fact, we say it as: "Oi, where's my car keys?!"

Which reminds me of how much I just love analysing things. I'm also guilty of analysing people too. Blame all those psychology books and my penchant for anything related to psychology. Maybe that's why I love analysing poems, novels, short stories and basically anything. The awesome part about it [me, actually] is that I can do it objectively.

For example, I understand why people hate the Twilight series and compare it to Harry Potter. Personally, I think Stephanie Meyer has a long way to go with writing anything. I'm not just talking about Twilight but every other book she wrote. I'm very tempted to compare her to other authors but that would make me a rather subjective person right? But how can I give an objective comment to someone who is obviously not up to standards?

The very fact that her portrayal of every character is flawed and a bad influence to young women around the world. Parents, I'm undoubtedly sure you want your daughters to grow up to be strong, independent young women ready to take the world by storm not milk-and-water individuals, unable to live if they break up. Yes, everyone will [with no doubt] experience a break up- with the exception of match-made marriages. But it is primarily how we deal with it. Some may cry for a while, some may throw stuff around, some may just bottle it up and carry on with life. But no one is supposed to mope around just letting the days pass by in a blur.

I have unfortunately derailed from my original topic. Heck, I don't even think I have an original topic. So I shall leave you with a final word [more like words] from me. And that is: Go watch the film adaptation of The Importance of Being Ernest and read the book too.

Signing out,
yellow-and-blue

When The Leaves

I have no idea why my previous post refuses to have a smaller font. I'm a wee bit pissed I can't even construct proper sentences about my font size.

But I digress. I just came back from the state right above Selangor. Yeap, Perak. I was in Manjung district in a quaint town called Beruas [or Bruas, according to some signboards] and I spent 4 days in cat heaven. Although Kuching town sounds like a cat heaven, I have to admit, the cats there are rather unfriendly and they would trade you in the black market for a kilogram of salted fish. I kid you not.

My uncle has 2 beautiful cats and I spent my days just playing/stroking/petting/annoying/feeding/hugging, basically just doing what one does to a pretty kitty.

Enough about the cats. It's time to talk about another animal or rather insect. The mosquitoes. They are ubiquitous and I swear they can drive you insane.

I am in the Christmas mood [I'm in the Christmas mood all the time, it's just dormant] and I'm playing Ingrid Michaelson's When The Leaves over and over again, wishing for crunchy leaves and a nice weather to sip hot cocoa in red and green mugs. Then again, nature has its little quirks. Global warming is giving me an opportunity to step in crunchy/crispy leaves on the sidewalk enjoying a not-so-hot-weather and good enough to get a random teh tarik.

Yes, life is definitely good.

Signing out,
snowflakes-are-noms

Ps: grrr..