Rest in peace our beloved feline friends

Yesterday a friend of mine was hurting real bad, she still is today and will probably hurt for a while. You see, she lost her beloved kitty to some illness. Those of us who have had pets almost all our lives have most probably gone through her kind of loss (and unfortunately perhaps even a few times)and  know for a fact that it never gets any easier.  I cry myself to sleep like a freaking baby every time it happens and hate it when people belittle my feelings by saying, “it’s just a cat!”

I do however find some sort of solace in telling myself that cats go to Heaven as they are part of God’s creatures and also our Prophet’s favourite animal. Heaven is definitely a better place to be for those gentle souls. I also find comfort in reading beautiful poems that reaffirm my belief in this.

There’s one by John Quealy which kinda describes exactly how I feel everytime it happens:

You're filled with anger and disbelief
you ask why take your pet; she never hurt a leaf
Nothing makes sense; as you sit down and cry
but only God can really say why

Into all our lives; a little rain must fall
and we must be strong; to answer that call
It usually happens; when are guard is down
then your feelings go on; a merry-go-round

You must hold on tight now; with all your might
because it's always darkest; before the light
Stop and take a look; down deep in your heart
it's there you'll find the strength; to make a new start

Your little one is now home; in Heaven above
cradled in God's arms; covered with his love
This isn't the end; you'll see her one day
and on that special day; you'll be together to stay

 

Then there’s another one by him also that describes what my mum use to say to me. She would say that it is better that God has ended their suffering than to prolong it and I guess in a way she's right (as selfish as it is for me to want my pet to try and hang on and be around longer).

God take this pet if it be your will
she's so young and small and she's oh so ill
Don't let her suffer we ask you please
take this little soul and set our mind at ease

Guide her to Heaven where she'll be at home
where with all the other animals; she can play and roam
Playing all day up in the meadows above
cradled in Your arms covered with Your love

With no more aches and no more pains
she'll play in bright sunshine no more rain
We'll see her again we know we will
so take her God if it be your will

And I recently found this poem by Ken D. Conover which I’m sure if our pets could speak (or write), this is exactly what they would have told us:

To have loved and then said farewell, is better than to have never loved at all.
For all of the times that you have stooped and touched my head, fed me my favorite treat and returned the love that I so unconditionally gave to you.
For the care that you gave to me so unselfishly.
For all of these things I am grateful and thankful.

I ask that you not grieve for the loss, but rejoice in the fact that we lived, loved and touched each others lives. My life was fuller because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.

Today I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green, butterflies flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's creatures.
I can run, jump, play and do all of the things that I did in my youth. There is no sickness, no aching joints and no regrets and no aging.

We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that togetherness is forever.
You live in our hearts as we do in yours. Companions such as you are so rare and unique.
Don't hold the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me and then I will live forever. For love never really dies, and you are loved and missed as surely as we are.

Love,

Your Pets In Heaven

I will forever miss and love you my furry friends and thank you for all the joy that you've brought into my life. R.I.P

He came, he read and he conquered (the computer)

SUCCESS!! Finally managed to get Mi Amor to read My Lil' Project while waiting for our boat to this lovely place.Never mind that I had to later give up the computer so that he could do his Fantasy Football team thingy. It was worth it seeing him smile and laugh at my writing (especially the ones about him). Hope he continues reading it once he's in Vevey (coz I won't be around to turn on the laptop, bugging him to read it).

Mi Amor making sure I don't write anything incriminating about him.Too late baby!

Next step, getting him to leave comments :)

Song after boring song

Last Tuesday morning while I was in the office going through my email, Mi Amor called me up,

“I know this is a stupid question but, do you want to watch Paramore tonight?"

Of coz I felt like answering, “HELL NO! Why would I wanna watch them? Now please don’t bother me with stupid questions early in the morning, I hafta work” but remembering that he’s leaving next week and that his birthday is coming up, I sweetly replied,

“Yeah sure Mi Amor, if that’s what you want, I’ll go with you. Have you bought the tickets or do you need me to buy em’?” (Sighhh...such is the sacrifice of a wife)

Anyhow, long story short, he managed to get last minute tickets (Damn!). Little did I know he actually advertised through his facebook status “............‎'s friend is in urgent need of Paramore tickets. Anyone's got spares?” Apparently he didn’t wanna let out that HE was the one looking for tix coz he’d be embarrassed if his friends found out that at his age, he listens to them (he says he’s too old for alternative punk rock emo songs...or whatever genre it is that they play).

Since it was such a last minute thing and we had to stop by KLPAC to pick up the tix before heading to the concert, we were about 15-20 mins late and prolly missed about 2-3 songs (this is the first concert where a band is actually punctual!).It was cute to see Mi Amor attempting to sing along with the band. He used his bb to google the lyrics during the concert (back then before the bb, whenever he attending a concert, he would print out the lyrics and bring them to the concert. I know, my man’s dorky that way, heh). Well, at least he enjoyed himself while I stood with arms crossed staring amused at some bald dude who was attempting to dance from time to time (which btw, turned out to be Sham from Mix FM whom I have a crush on!). I didn’t know a single song that was played (ok the song about burying castles and someone being an exception sounded familiar) and at one point when they were playing one of their songs, I asked Mi Amor, “Hey, didn’t they play this song just now? Why are they playing it again?” (I know, stupid question. No band would play the same song again. It’s just that I could have sworn the freaking song sounded the same as one of the songs they played a few sets earlier!)

At some point in the concert I was so bored and about to prove that it is possible to fall asleep standing up, surrounded by loud thumping music (so loud that it feels like it’s coming out of your chest) and screaming sweaty people that I decided to text my friend to keep me awake.

Whatcha doin’? I’m bored

Something. Pretty weird time to be bored.

 I’m at the Paramore concert, that’s why.

Tsk. Who watches Paramore?? Who are they anyway?

Exactly! Tell that to Mi Amor :P

So you are his ‘friend’ who urgently needs Paramore tix? What a waste of tix. You’re better of blogging.

Yeah, I’d rather be blogging and you know how lazy I am to blog! Maybe I’ll blog about this.

I’m glad I inspire you.

Oh gotta go. Think this is their last song....YAY!

.....................

CRAP....Encore :P

To be fair to Paramore, if I had actually liked them, I’m sure it would have been an awesome concert fro me. The lead singer was cute and she sounded great singing live. The band had great energy and were good at working up the crowd. When the singer went, “You guys are amazing” I heard Sham say,”No, YOU are AMAZING” (*swoon*...all the while I was praying, turn around, look at me, LOOK AT ME! heh). I just couldn’t help rolling my eyes when the lead singer said “It took us 6 years before coming here to Malaysia. Judging from tonight, you guys are awesome! I don’t know why it took us so long. I can promise you this; it won’t take us another 6 years to come back”

Yeah yeah, that’s what they all say....We’ll see :P

p/s  One thing I found entertaining about the concert was the amount of boobage on display (yes, I’m a boob person). Is there a concert dress code that I don’t know about?

When shoes die, do their soles go to heaven?

Last Friday I bid a tearful goodbye to the first and only pair of ballet flats I have ever owned. I have never cried over the loss of any of the material things I have owned and accumulated over the years, but these flats were special to me. You see, I have always been a jeans and sneakers kinda girl (I have like 5 pair of sneakers), so after much nagging from my sis earlier this year (“For God’s sake Kakak, you’re turning 30! Wear something else besides sneakers!”), I went on the lookout for a pair of shoes that didn’t require lacing up.

Just like how I felt when deciding on my boyfriend (who turned out to be my 1^st and only boyfriend and now hubby), I wanted my 1^st pair of shoes to be special. I didn’t want to settle and just like the shoes, I wanted to LOVE them! So I had set out a list of criterias and understandably, I had a hell of a time searching for a pair that fulfilled them.

One fateful day while on honeymoon in the UK, I stumbled across THE PERFECT PAIR OF BALLET FLATS. It met every one of my criteria and it was reasonably priced (hell, RM 200 for a pair of Ted Baker is a steal!). And, as luck may have it, that was the only pair left on the shelf and it was in my size! Without trying them on, I grabbed them, rushed to the cashier and threw them on the counter. And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.

Now I wish I was good at describing how things look like but no amount of description would do them justice. If I had to describe them in 3 words, it would be classy, understated and pretty (I would like to think they reflect me as a person..heh). Suffice to say, whenever I wore my ballet flats, people would notice and comment “Really nice/pretty shoes!” We were inseparable, to the extent that I hadn’t worn my sneakers for quite a while. I loved them so much that whenever I wore them out, I would find myself staring down and admiring them from time to time while beaming happily to myself thinking “I’m so lucky I found you”.

Anyway, like I said, unforeseen tragedy struck last Friday. Mi Amor and I were on the way to sis’ house (for our husbands’ game night :P) and I was looking for my shoes when I suddenly remembered that I had left them in my car coz I wore them earlier in the morning before changing shoes for work. While rummaging around the floor of my car, I felt something gooey and when I lifted the source of the gooeyness to have a better look, that’s when I SCREAMED & CRIED at the same time. MY SHOES HAD DISINTEGRATED AND MELTED INTO A MASS OF BLACK GOO!!



Melted...just like the Wicked Witch of the West



What happened was a few weeks earlier, I had sent my car for service and they changed the battery and left the old one on the floor of the front passenger seat. Me being the weakling I am couldn’t lift it so I left it where it was (though I had asked Mi Amor countless times to help remove it!) and apparently what caused the damage to my shoes was the acid leaking from the freaking car battery! ARGHHHHhhhHhhHHH!!! I should sue PERODUA for property damage, not to mention emotional distress and mental anguish!!!

As I’m writing this, I’m still in mourning. Goodbye my sole mate...I had big plans for us going places together (I was gonna bring you to Argentina and Vevey). I know I’ll never be able to find another pair like you. Hope you're happy in shoe heaven with the rest of your friends (say hi to my old school shoes for me, will ya?)

10 Things a Man Should Know About Marriage

So if I’m openly declaring that I didn’t write this, and that I found this article sweet/cute and decided to put it here (because I’ve ran out of ideas on what to write…) then it isn’t called plagiarism right? Plus I did add my comments/personal experience in red). Anyway, found this on MSN. Though the article title is 10 Things a Man Should Know About Marriage, I’d rather call it 10 Milestones of Marriage. Here goes:

1)  The Proposal

You've met the right girl, second- and triple-guessed whether she's the right girl, and decided to butcher your savings. The average engagement ring is just over $4,000; be prepared to go higher, but remember that carat isn't the most important of the four Cs. Take her someplace intimate (read: not a sports stadium), look her in the eyes, and — while she gasps — realize you forgot to ask her father beforehand.

 

2)  The Bachelor Party

You must placate two opposing constituencies: 1) your buddies, who want tequila and lap dances; 2) your bride, who trusts you but doesn't trust your buddies. Her concern is valid, but assure her that — even if they walk you up to the line — you won't cross it. So, where is the line? It defies description, but you'll know it when you get there. (And so will your buddies, if they're actually trustworthy.)

(*Truthfully, I didn’t care if he had a bachelor party or not. In fact, I think his friends prolly did plan one for him (or rather more for themselves, using him as an excuse) but Mi Amor was too tired and fell asleep on the couch so the party left without him...hahaha)

 

3)   The Wedding

Snooze through the small decisions (ice sculptures, florists) and roll your eyes at her "wedding porn" (those dozens of bridal magazines on her side of the bed), but get involved for the guest list, location, and date. She won't think it's sexy if you're totally uninvolved. Buy the tux, don't rent; you'll need it again. The big day itself is a blur — you kiss, you dance, you shake hundreds of hands, you take her to bed and … you fall asleep from exhaustion.

 

4)   The Honeymoon

You've spent the last year drowning in stress — now you can drown in champagne. And other pleasures. Just make sure that her new last name matches her passport, if that's how she's introducing herself to customs officials

(*Enjoyed this marriage milestone....although we couldn’t take a long leave from work after our wedding and since we wanted a long honeymoon, we decided to have 2 honeymoons, , one in Bali immediately after the reception [because some wise person  (fine, my mom!) said that if you don’t do it immediately after the wedding, you might find yourself too caught up with work and might never find the right time....though now I suspect it’s cause she couldn’t wait for us to do the nasty and pop out some grandkids :P]  and another one 2 months after the wedding as a bday cum 2nd honeymoon treat to Italy and UK.)

 

5)   The First House

Maybe not because it seems like the safest investment right now, but because you need to live somewhere — and shouldn't squander money on rent forever. She decorates, you shrug. But you learn to use power tools, and start caring about things like "mulch." You and the wife occasionally bicker, but this, like mulch, is natural and necessary for growth.

(*Nope, not there yet. Still living with parents (in-laws weekdays, my parents/grandparents house weekends). However, we’re  not planning on renting, ever. Better off saving the money for “The House”. As for Mi Amor using power tools? I WISH! We’ve been living in the dark in our bedroom for 2 months coz Mi Amor hasn’t even changed the lightbulbs. And what the heck is mulch?)

 

6)   The First Kid

Every plant you've owned has died from lack of water. How can you handle a kid? But she wants a baby, so you battle the fear. (And there are scarier things than sex every night.) Finally, she's late — and suddenly you're using those new power tool skills on a crib. Nine months later, you race to the hospital. You make it. You cry. Dad. And when you get home, you remember to water the plant.

(*My sis skipped the honeymoon and went straight to this. As for us, who knows when or what God has planned for us [though if Mi Amor had it his way...another 2-3 more years?]. He has picked out the hospital though...Damansara Specialist.)

 

7)   Second Kid, First Minivan

Lacrosse practice. School plays. Homework — you can't remember calculus. And it's been years since you've heard the words "Last Call." A third, accidental kid. You now see eye-to-eye with Clark Griswold.

(*Accidental? You sure about that? I wonder how many accidents I can get away with? *mischevious grin* )

 

8)   The Seven-Year Itch

You realize two things: your bank account is bigger than ever, and there are women everywhere. It wouldn't be hard — you're always on business trips, and you can be discreet — but you don't scratch it. Because there's more at stake than your integrity: the kids. So instead you buy an Aston Martin, no matter how silly it looks with your graying, thinning locks. Your wife smiles at the sight; she looks beautiful.

(*Damn right I look beautiful!hahaha....and I pray to God everyday that Mi Amor doesn’t scratch that itch...or else I’m gonna hafta chop off that itchy spot...)

9)   The Grandkids

Mission accomplished. The kids leave for college, graduate, wed their sweethearts. You give them hard-earned wisdom about marriage — mistakes you've made, ways to take back those mistakes — which they promptly ignore. Just like you ignored your parents. They have kids but you're not a "grandpa," because grandpas are weak and old and enjoy prune juice

 

10)  The Long Goodbye

Prune juice is kinda delicious, huh? The grandkids get married, but this time you hold back on the advice — they'll learn on their own. You already beat the Seven-Year-Itch, so the Seventy-Year-Itch is no big deal. Semi-assisted living becomes fully assisted living, which becomes hospice. You look at your wife. Know you'd do it all over. Close your eyes. Hold her hand. This is happiness ever after.

* Sighhhhhhhhhhh.......

and in case you're wondering, yes, I'm PMSing :P

For my future nephew

I found the perfect gift for my future nephew! Ok, so I’m not 100% sure if it’s gonna be a boy but I keep saying to my sis I think it is, so now I’m just waiting patiently for a few months to find out if my female intuition is correct (and if it is, that’ll give me bragging rights for years to come). In the meantime, I might consider buying this for him (fine, if it turns out to be a girl, it’s a good thing this thing is unisex):



Baby Koko would prolly look cute in this costume (if he takes after his mom!)



If you’re wondering why this is the perfect gift, it’s kinda like an inside joke (who cares if I’m the only one who finds it funny). My sis thinks her hubby looks like a koala and when they were dating, he would come over our house EVERYDAY (I kid you not!) to the extent that when I come home from work, his face would be the first I see (mostly because he would be opening the door for me). It didn’t help that he took up space on my favourite couch and ate most of my food. I used to complain that it kinda felt like we had an extra pet to take care of (a koala in this case).

And to think soon I’ll be a baby koala’s aunty! Hmmmm.....maybe I should ask the shop if they give discounts for buying more. After all, my sis did say that she wanted 7 (or was it 10?) lil’ koalas.

I don't like to sleep alone

So there I was sleeping peacefully (probably might have even been drifting in and out of dreams) when suddenly... BAM! UGHHHH..some deadweight landed on me and I couldn’t breathe.

Turns out Mi Amor turned onto his side and must have mistaken me for a pillow in the dark (coz I sure as hell was treated like one!) Remember when you were a kid (unless you’re still doing it now) and you used to wrap your leg tightly around your pillow/bolster? Yeah? Now substitute it with me and you get the idea of how uncomfortable I was. Though I would like to think subconsciously it’s because he finds me warm and comforting, I’m pretty much sure it’s because I’m the same size and fluffiness as our pillows :P

Anyway after a good 10 minutes of me struggling to gain my breathing back and wondering if I should shove him off the bed, I realized I’ve only got 2 weeks left before he leaves for Vevey!! Then I started doing a mental checklist of all the things that we have not done yet in preparation for him to move to Vevey. The list was so long it exhausted me mentally. I know I should have gotten a pen and paper and write these things down but 2 things were holding me back. One, I couldn’t move (yes, he was still hugging me in a deathlike grip with his legs) and two, I couldn’t be arsed to get out of bed to do it). So I was just hoping that I would still remember all these things the next day when I’m in the office so that I can type out a list.

Then I started imagining how it would feel like to have the bed all to myself once Mi Amor’s gone. I have to admit at first I got a lil’ excited. After all, the big bed and all the 4 pillows will be MINE, MINE, MINE!!! (*cue evil laughter*) and no more waking up cold in the middle of the night because “someone” hogged most of the duvet. Most importantly, no more fearing for my life that I might be accidentally suffocated in my sleep!

Now normally if the pro list outweighs the con, it should be a dead winner right? But for all the pros I could list about sleeping alone (which trust me, are many in my list), they just weren’t enough to outweigh the one and only (and literally heaviest) con of all...Mi Amor(and how much I love having him around). Sighhhhhhhh.......

That’s when I decided against shoving him away and stayed in the awkward position I was in while praying that Mi Amor doesn’t go for a second attempt at suffocating me. Oh well, even if that were to happen, I suppose there are worse ways to go. After all, isn’t it suppose to be romantic to die in the arms (or in my case between the legs) of a loved one?

Gonna miss him.

Curb your enthusiasm

So there we were, the four of us, (my sis, BIL, Mi Amor and myself) up to our usual exciting Saturday night activity, i.e. the boys playing some stupid sports game on the XBOX, my sis falling asleep on the couch, and yours truly trying to entertain herself by looking at random stuff on the net.

Sis: Kakak has a blog!

Mi Amor : (takes eyes off the screen for half a second to look at me incredulously) You have a blog?!? WHY??? (quickly looks back to the TV)

Me: Something to do for when I get bored...(turns laptop around to show Mi Amor My Lil’ Project). Look Mi Amor...my blog!

Mi Amor : (eyes glued to the TV) yeah...nice, nice....
*prolly sensing the evil eye stare*
(eyes still glued to the TV, this time giving me the thumbs up sign)WOW..very NICE blog...very FUNNY!

Me: How would you know? You didn’t even look at it

Mi Amor: OK I’ll read it later...later we’ll blog together....

[The not so lil’ voice inside my head: WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT BLOGGING TOGETHER?!?]


Moral of story: Put up naked pictures of hot babes in my blog to get Mi Amor’s attention

Here goes nothing....

So yeah....suprise,suprise, I have a blog! (or at least attempting to have a blog). And no, contrary to what my sis likes to believe,that she 'inspired' me to blog (excuse her, she's preggers and pregnant women can be a bit self indulgent), the reason I wanted to start a blog is coz I thought...well,if I do manage to take unpaid leave and follow Mi Amor to Vevey, I'd be freaking bored staying at home all day (once there's nothing on TV to watch ) so perhaps I could turn to some form of cheap entertainment (not sure if I'll find blogging entertaining...we'll see) to keep me occupied. And before anyone suggests that I learn how to cook and clean and do all the other housewifely stuff that would prolly keep me occupied enough....I have thought about that and yes, I’ll be attempting to do that too along with blogging (who knows, if this blog survives, and if I do cook..I might just post about it! Yeah, lame, whatever :P)

Oh, and perhaps my family (and anyone who actually cares) can read about what I’ve been upto in Vevey through this blog. And if I’m really rajin (ha-ha) I just might even blog about our prep to Vevey and other random stuff. But first, I need a laptop and internet connection to actually blog and currently I have neither (yes, I’m writing this in the office but it’s lunchtime so it doesn’t count as curi tulang).

If all else fails, I’ll let my sis guest blog as she doesn’t seem to have anything else better to do than feed my cats honeystars :P

P/s....I just realized that wearing a tight ass girdle does not stop me from eating...only breathing...what I need is a muzzle