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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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.
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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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