Popcorn Baby

I went to see Kungfu Panda a few days back, but I came back remembering a baby more than the movie.

She was seated right beside me, sharing her dad’s seat. No more than a year old at best, she sat on her dad’s lap like a bucket seat. Odd it may seem, but she seemed perfectly content, barely making any noise while staring happily at the screen throughout the movie.

Strangely enough, her attention wasn’t entirely captured by the movie, which I thought was pretty strange since if a bunch of kungfu animals don’t, what would? Anyway, she was looking around the cinema when she turned to me. I saw her staring at me and so I gave her a big grin. She returned the favour with  a heart-melting tiny smile.

What happened next was worth the entire movie ticket. She put up her tiny hands as though saying "wait ah" and turned to her other side. She reached for a popcorn and handed it to me. I’m not sure what prompted her to do that, either I have a really poor man’s face or she’s an awesomely generous little girl, she actually gave me a popcorn. If your heart isn’t buttered by something like that, I’m not sure what will.

She didn’t just stop after that. She checked back once in a while, seeing that I no longer have the popcorn in my hand (I really did eat it, after thinking quite a bit what to do with it), she handed me more. Her dad saw her doing that, and he started restraining her. But she didn’t stop. I didn’t had the heart to stop her myself.

Again, she checked back once in a while, making sure I had a constant supply of popcorn. It was really strange, considering the fact that an animated movie with a big fat panda was on screen, and a little baby was more concerned about handing me popcorn rather than watching the movie. Heck, I’m pretty sure I was more engrossed in the movie than her!

After a while, her popcorn eventually ran out. She turned to me and said "no more" and had a dejected look.

If I could, I would’ve bought her another box.

That night, Kungfu Panda was only a sideshow.

Minimum Size, Maximum Cuteness

This post is long overdue but oh well, better never than late late than never. I have two new family members. Taa daaaaaa.

Their names are Mini and Maxi. Pretty self-explanatory, don’t you think? Maxi has more Persian blood in him/her, so he/she acts all high and mighty most of the time. Not a very sociable kitty, very fluffy though. Doesn’t like being carried by people - something which seems to be an apparent trait among purebreds since the Siamese at home acts the same way. I suppose he/she would grow up and be real pretty some day. And possibly clog my vacuum cleaner.

Mini on the other hand is quite a generic kitty with no distinct features. Not physically at least. A hyper, hyperactive kitty. Never tired of running around doing dirty (literally) things like crawling in the drain and sleeping on mud. This little fellow is more tolerant to being carried around, but like an ADHD kid he/she never stays still long enough. Requires cleaning the most as he/she thinks playing with mud is fun. Was tempted to dunk him/her into the pail when I had to clean his/her feet.

Honestly, I’m not too sure of their genders. With kittens, it’s not quite as easy as flipping them over and checking… stuff out. Then again, it doesn’t really matter. Regardless of their gender, they’re really a handful. There was once when my whole family had to chase after the little fellows because they didn’t want to go back their cage. Yes, we do cage them but only at night. My grandpa is very concerned of their well-being so it’s better to keep them in check when no one’s watching. We let them out during the day so they do get plenty of time to play.

Plenty to say, little time. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, here’s three thousand words!

Gotta run.

Monsters

For the lack of better things to talk about, I’ll do something out of the norm and post pictures of monsters.

Not for the faint-hearted. You have been warned.

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I’m Depressing, Not Depressed

I haven’t been updating this blog so long I probably have lost all my readers. At least I know Google Bot will never stop visiting me here. I have been engaged with… stuff… so to speak. Besides the usual stuff there’s this unfortunate death of my loyal PC. Let’s just say I wasn’t too happy when I lost half of everything I had. But then again, not losing stuff on a regular basis makes people too comfortable of what they have and possibly overlooking the fact that nothing lasts for as long as they want it to. A false sense of comfort, in short.

Life is volatile, that’s for sure. There’s no 3-strikes before you’re out. There’s no reset button. There’s no reformatting.

 
Very, very, very depressing stuff.

Honestly, the "comic" above is hard to swallow, even for me. It oozes depression, even when drawn in highly simplistic art. But then again, can you imagine this happening somewhere in the world? I suppose it’s not difficult, because the message is brutally realistic. It sure isn’t hard for me. I once lost a cat in a somewhat similar manner. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. I didn’t take it too well. I absolutely adore cats. What more, my cat. Ever since then, I never wanted to be so close to a pet anymore. I’ve had… 3 or 4 cats after him but I was never really attached to them. I didn’t want to.

Sometimes, I doubt my ways. I don’t want to be cold. But I’m afraid to lose the things I hold so dearly. It’s a pathetic reason, but a valid one nonetheless.

Enough with the depressing talk. Even Google Bot might stop visiting me if I go on. I still adore cats. Very much so. There’s something I do everyday without fail. It helps if I woke up from the wrong side of the bed. It helps if I had a crappy day. It helps if I had I messed up something big. It helps when you feel that the world is against you.

I go to http://www.icanhascheezburger.com .

How can your day not be better after seeing something like that? Priceless.

Randomness

Chopsticks. Surfing. Ice. Charcoal pit. Egomaniac. Tick. Fat cat. Wallet. Card. Time. Lemmings. Spartans. Peacock. Rest. Swing. Foot. Kiasu. Swerve.  Chauvinist. Delusion. Break. Negative karma. Home.

As random as they may seem, they may not entirely random. There have been things I wish I could say, but I could not. When I could, I would not. It could be simple, it could also be complicated.

But then again, it’s not like you care, do you?