Day 6: A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

©gary pepper vintage.
My dad has always been alright with me getting a cat. It’s my mum – the animal hater, who hasn’t been supportive of having a feline in the house. (Note: My mum may hate animals of all kinds and shuns them, but she doesn’t abuse animals. My mum is no sadist! She just had some unpleasant experiences which involved animals.)

Recently, I have been bringing up the topic of getting a pet cat a few times while conversing with my mum. Prior to me getting cancer, she threatened to move out and live somewhere else if I ever brought a cat into the house. Somehow, and miraculously actually – I think my mum is slowly warming up to the idea. Now, she said she’ll just kick the cat away if it ever comes near her. Trust me, I know my mum better than any of you and of course she doesn't mean that literally. That statement she made is actually a positive response to me getting a pet cat in the future.

Too bad that I have to wait till I have fully recovered from cancer to finally have a cat I can call my own. But it’s quite pleasant to know that I finally got my blessings from my mum to have a cat in the house. Of course, I love my mum a lot, and she’s vital in the house and the family. I value her opinions and thoughts, so it’s just...splendid, really!

I actually wanted a cat that resembles Puss in Boots from the Shrek flim series. Short fur, easier to maintain.

©screenrant.
Anna-chan! Guppy! Jia Ying!
Hopefully we can watch his movie together in November,
and I'd fully recovered by then.
Fingers crossed!

But the Auntie from the pet shop has already promised me a cat, and whether the cat is going to be a he or a she - it is going to look a lot like Miso here.

©gary pepper vintage.
Still adorable, still a cat! It's just that I don't think I know how to handle cats with longer fur.

I have yet to think of a name though, but if it's a he, I'll call him Sora perhaps. And if it's a she, I'll call her Mika.

Oh well, I'm most probably going to change my mind when the cat finally arrives.

Cheers!

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Day 5: A photo of yourself two years ago.

It was the year 2009.
I turned 16, and it wasn't all that sweet.
Some of my most bitter memories belonged to that year.
But my happiest also started then.
I got to know who my real friends were,
those who would back me up when I needed them.
I had no need to put up a fake front.
I never felt more free,
never felt more like myself.

It was the year 2009.
I was still living a more normal life.
It was a busy year full with events.
I was tired, but quite satisfied.

It was the year 2009.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I wasn't proud of them.
I made my friends worried sick.
I was stupid.
I didn't know how to treasure life.
I was confused.
It was scary.
My entire life flashed before me during those dark moments.
I never felt more weak.
I never felt more helpless.
Thankfully, those who really loved me;
they saved me.
I'm eternally grateful.

It was the year 2009.
I started to let go.
I learnt to embrace the inner child in me.
I began this lesson of being myself.


And I never looked back.

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Day 4: Your favourite photograph of your best friend.

It would be nice to have a best friend. In my case, I’d like to have two best friends – one who’s a guy and one who’s a girl. But from past experiences of having a best friend, being a girl at that – I always find myself in tears, really. If you’re a frequent reader of both my blogs or if you just know me really well, I treasure my friendships a lot. (My mother thinks I treasure them too much though. She just thinks I’m being stupid putting so much effort into my friendships, when most of them aren’t that bothered to keep the friendship going.)

Arguments do happen, and the roots of these arguments are normally due to misunderstandings between the individuals concerned. When quarrels occur, I like to think that both parties are at fault, in the context that two people are involved in said fight. Generally, nobody likes to admit that they are wrong. Nobody likes to take the first step to apologise and say that they are mistaken. But, didn’t anybody consider that sometimes, saying sorry doesn’t necessarily mean you are in the wrong? To put an end to such unhappiness and awkwardness, one party may just apologise to maintain the friendship and go back to the happier times of before. So, let the aforementioned statement serve as a little food for thought for my readers here.

Anyway, I have learnt to slowly break away from the need having a best friend. Instead, something came to mind, “Isn’t there a saying that goes, ‘The more the merrier’?” Therefore, I now have best friends. Or rather, many great friends that undeniably made my life more colourful and meaningful. They also opened up my perspectives on many issues, and filled my days with laughter and smiles. Although we all have our differences, but we still get along very well and most importantly, I can be myself and I feel very comfortable around them.

Thank you for coming into my life.

Thank you for being my friend.

(I fear I’m going to miss some of my friends out, so I think I rather not post any photos here. If they’re reading this entry, they’ll know who they are. I am sure of that.)

Meanwhile, my best friends forever...

-books, ©sainthallow.-
Books and music.
Cheers!

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Day 3: Your idea of the perfect first date.


Well, knowing me – I’m a major perfectionist. Even if a little detail is slightly off or something doesn’t go according to my plans, I tend to get cranky and frustrated. Normally, things will turn out alright in the end. Hopefully, I’ll learn to adapt to changes more easily.

I digress.

A perfect first date would just have you and me, filled with both humourous and serious conversations. I would definitely like to get to know you better, so our first date will be spent mostly talking. If we’re comfortable with each other, we can be totally honest with our feelings and we’ll never run out of things to say. There isn’t any need to dine in a fancy restaurant or to spend a lot of money, simplicity is the key here. As long as the both of us are comfortable, that is enough for me - and for you hopefully.

I’m not really a romantic person, so I never really put much thought into this until it came up in the meme.

But really, what is the meaning of the phrase ‘first date’ in this context?

Does it refer to my first date with a person I have already established a romantic relationship with?

Or does it just simply mean a simple first date with somebody I barely know but has the potential of becoming my other half?

This is me and my usual tendency to think too much.

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I make it a personal rule to post at least one entry every month on this blog of mine since I started it. Sure, it is truly undeniable that I feel disappointed because I was certainly too tired to do much throughout the month of May due to my hectic treatment schedule.

I am really tempted to post this entry and change the date to any day in May, but I put some thought into it and I realised I would just be lying to myself. There isn't any point in that, so I will just let it be.

As usual, I have a million thoughts running through my head, and I'll love to put those thoughts in the form of words and share them with whoever that is interested. But before that, I'll attempt to complete the 30 day meme. Some of the topics are really things that have never come to mind before, but I'll do my best to answer as relevantly as possible.

I also feel like changing the layout of this blog again. It seems that other blogs I read have very nice and simple layouts, but the same sadly does not apply to my own. Am I allowed to secretly hope that even though this blog lacks in looks, but the entries are of a certain standard and have substance? I'm not very sure, really.

Oh well, I'll just have to wait and see.

*I wonder if my friends still remember me.

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

Day 6: A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

©gary pepper vintage.
My dad has always been alright with me getting a cat. It’s my mum – the animal hater, who hasn’t been supportive of having a feline in the house. (Note: My mum may hate animals of all kinds and shuns them, but she doesn’t abuse animals. My mum is no sadist! She just had some unpleasant experiences which involved animals.)

Recently, I have been bringing up the topic of getting a pet cat a few times while conversing with my mum. Prior to me getting cancer, she threatened to move out and live somewhere else if I ever brought a cat into the house. Somehow, and miraculously actually – I think my mum is slowly warming up to the idea. Now, she said she’ll just kick the cat away if it ever comes near her. Trust me, I know my mum better than any of you and of course she doesn't mean that literally. That statement she made is actually a positive response to me getting a pet cat in the future.

Too bad that I have to wait till I have fully recovered from cancer to finally have a cat I can call my own. But it’s quite pleasant to know that I finally got my blessings from my mum to have a cat in the house. Of course, I love my mum a lot, and she’s vital in the house and the family. I value her opinions and thoughts, so it’s just...splendid, really!

I actually wanted a cat that resembles Puss in Boots from the Shrek flim series. Short fur, easier to maintain.

©screenrant.
Anna-chan! Guppy! Jia Ying!
Hopefully we can watch his movie together in November,
and I'd fully recovered by then.
Fingers crossed!

But the Auntie from the pet shop has already promised me a cat, and whether the cat is going to be a he or a she - it is going to look a lot like Miso here.

©gary pepper vintage.
Still adorable, still a cat! It's just that I don't think I know how to handle cats with longer fur.

I have yet to think of a name though, but if it's a he, I'll call him Sora perhaps. And if it's a she, I'll call her Mika.

Oh well, I'm most probably going to change my mind when the cat finally arrives.

Cheers!

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Day 5: A photo of yourself two years ago.

It was the year 2009.
I turned 16, and it wasn't all that sweet.
Some of my most bitter memories belonged to that year.
But my happiest also started then.
I got to know who my real friends were,
those who would back me up when I needed them.
I had no need to put up a fake front.
I never felt more free,
never felt more like myself.

It was the year 2009.
I was still living a more normal life.
It was a busy year full with events.
I was tired, but quite satisfied.

It was the year 2009.
I had suicidal thoughts.
I wasn't proud of them.
I made my friends worried sick.
I was stupid.
I didn't know how to treasure life.
I was confused.
It was scary.
My entire life flashed before me during those dark moments.
I never felt more weak.
I never felt more helpless.
Thankfully, those who really loved me;
they saved me.
I'm eternally grateful.

It was the year 2009.
I started to let go.
I learnt to embrace the inner child in me.
I began this lesson of being myself.


And I never looked back.

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Day 4: Your favourite photograph of your best friend.

It would be nice to have a best friend. In my case, I’d like to have two best friends – one who’s a guy and one who’s a girl. But from past experiences of having a best friend, being a girl at that – I always find myself in tears, really. If you’re a frequent reader of both my blogs or if you just know me really well, I treasure my friendships a lot. (My mother thinks I treasure them too much though. She just thinks I’m being stupid putting so much effort into my friendships, when most of them aren’t that bothered to keep the friendship going.)

Arguments do happen, and the roots of these arguments are normally due to misunderstandings between the individuals concerned. When quarrels occur, I like to think that both parties are at fault, in the context that two people are involved in said fight. Generally, nobody likes to admit that they are wrong. Nobody likes to take the first step to apologise and say that they are mistaken. But, didn’t anybody consider that sometimes, saying sorry doesn’t necessarily mean you are in the wrong? To put an end to such unhappiness and awkwardness, one party may just apologise to maintain the friendship and go back to the happier times of before. So, let the aforementioned statement serve as a little food for thought for my readers here.

Anyway, I have learnt to slowly break away from the need having a best friend. Instead, something came to mind, “Isn’t there a saying that goes, ‘The more the merrier’?” Therefore, I now have best friends. Or rather, many great friends that undeniably made my life more colourful and meaningful. They also opened up my perspectives on many issues, and filled my days with laughter and smiles. Although we all have our differences, but we still get along very well and most importantly, I can be myself and I feel very comfortable around them.

Thank you for coming into my life.

Thank you for being my friend.

(I fear I’m going to miss some of my friends out, so I think I rather not post any photos here. If they’re reading this entry, they’ll know who they are. I am sure of that.)

Meanwhile, my best friends forever...

-books, ©sainthallow.-
Books and music.
Cheers!

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Day 3: Your idea of the perfect first date.


Well, knowing me – I’m a major perfectionist. Even if a little detail is slightly off or something doesn’t go according to my plans, I tend to get cranky and frustrated. Normally, things will turn out alright in the end. Hopefully, I’ll learn to adapt to changes more easily.

I digress.

A perfect first date would just have you and me, filled with both humourous and serious conversations. I would definitely like to get to know you better, so our first date will be spent mostly talking. If we’re comfortable with each other, we can be totally honest with our feelings and we’ll never run out of things to say. There isn’t any need to dine in a fancy restaurant or to spend a lot of money, simplicity is the key here. As long as the both of us are comfortable, that is enough for me - and for you hopefully.

I’m not really a romantic person, so I never really put much thought into this until it came up in the meme.

But really, what is the meaning of the phrase ‘first date’ in this context?

Does it refer to my first date with a person I have already established a romantic relationship with?

Or does it just simply mean a simple first date with somebody I barely know but has the potential of becoming my other half?

This is me and my usual tendency to think too much.

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©leilockheart.
I make it a personal rule to post at least one entry every month on this blog of mine since I started it. Sure, it is truly undeniable that I feel disappointed because I was certainly too tired to do much throughout the month of May due to my hectic treatment schedule.

I am really tempted to post this entry and change the date to any day in May, but I put some thought into it and I realised I would just be lying to myself. There isn't any point in that, so I will just let it be.

As usual, I have a million thoughts running through my head, and I'll love to put those thoughts in the form of words and share them with whoever that is interested. But before that, I'll attempt to complete the 30 day meme. Some of the topics are really things that have never come to mind before, but I'll do my best to answer as relevantly as possible.

I also feel like changing the layout of this blog again. It seems that other blogs I read have very nice and simple layouts, but the same sadly does not apply to my own. Am I allowed to secretly hope that even though this blog lacks in looks, but the entries are of a certain standard and have substance? I'm not very sure, really.

Oh well, I'll just have to wait and see.

*I wonder if my friends still remember me.

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