Every Last Night

Every last night. This is what I would feel.

It's not missing home. It's not waking up on another bed in another room. It's not not hanging out with my old crowd. Like a curse, the feeling of losing something. The unability to grasp it for life. It was then, when the world was spinning and the people in it were moving, laughing, talking merrily. I was lost in the middle of all those. People rushed passed by but I couldn't follow their tunes. I couldn't reach towards them. In that crowdedness, I was the only one who halted. All I could do was watched, and trying hard not to fall. Not to be stepped on. But I just stood there. I couldn't bring myself to move. Closing my eyes, hoping when I opened them, things would slow down.
The pace that I walked, the minutes that I used.

Fluffy and fluffy? That is so my thing.

What am I doing here in my yukata, sipping a vitagen while typing a post when I should be taking a bath?
I need to cool myself; physically and mentally.
Ha!

I woke up this morning with a rare headache. The clock spelled 9.16 am. Shoot. I missed my L2B. As intended. Bwahaha. Lazy ^_^ Maybe next hols. Dumbfoundedly, I staggered ouside, just on time because my parents just got back from their morning stroll (ugh?). A quick chat and I went back inside and found Zatyfaty's lying on her bed, playing with her hp andddd

"Get up! We're giving the rabbits a bath this morning."

The mission: To cleanse and purify SIX rabbits from germs and bacterias a.k.a giving them a bath. Duh.


The items needed: 3 pails of hot water, their "bath tub", shampoo, huge towels, a hairdryer.

Here's how giving them a bath works:

1. Transfer one of the rabbits from the cage into the huge seramic pot- the "bath tub" which I stubbornly claimed belong to my rabbits and not my mum. You want to plant plants in it, you'll have to buy another one ;)

2. Shampoo + hot water. Scrub scrub scrub.

3. Wrap he/she in a huge towel (because they're huge themselves) and give he/she to Zatyfaty.

4. The blow-drying + combing.

5. Repeat step 1-4 with the other 5 rabbits.

Overall, it took 2 hours. Last time it only took an hour but since, there're 3 x 2= 6 rabbits now, everything was doubled. The hot water, the shampoo, the time.
That's not only it, collaborating with a diva made it harder.

" I don't wanna get wet!" That was what she said when I handed her a rabbit to blow-dry *eyebrows arched*

When you're bathing rabbits, you're bound to get wet. There's no I-don't-want-to-get-wet silliness. Besides, who wore a yellow DIESEL baby-tee with a stupid strawberry in front of it matched with grey cropped leggings when they're doing that kind of work huh? *roll eyes*
You wear an old t-shirt and a tracksuit, like me. You don't wear Diesel my dear. Nothing could beat the smile on my face when she was splashed by water by one of the rabbits. Hah. And I thought I was supposed to be the diva in this house. How wrong I was.

After the whole bathing thing, I let them out for a while. Some people might wonder, why let them out after they've bathed? Won' t they just get dirty again?
Ahhh. If I let them out before I bathed them, then catching them again would be an even harder task. Bathed a rabbit then paused for a while to catch the next one. 6 times of pausing. Hard work aite? Besides, a rabbit is suppose to get dirty. They're suppose to play with the dirt, and get splashed with mud. They're suppose to feel the rain and stuff like that. They're not suppose to be kept in a cage, shaded from the sun and rain, sparklingly clean. Haih.
Oh yea, Yuko behaved well *proud smile*
Okay, so he scratched my wrist deep enough, it bled but when I lost my temper and raised my voice at him,

"Yuko! Stay still! Shame on you!"

he obediently laid still on the grass and let me put him in his cage. Good boy.

Counting The Sand

This old feeling, I've missed it a lot.

Zatyfaty, as I call her

Mum and her

One of the few pics I have with my sis

Both are mine

Times spend with these people, I love.

Candid

Me, Ctah, Asylla, Fara

A pose, from Fara and Ctah

Asylla, as she refers to herself, 'mpuan kacak' :P

Asy and Me

At last, Edwin agreed to pose for a pic

When Terey bowled

When Edwin bowled

When Ctah bowled

::Ctah during her seleyheness moments::

Due to my respect for Ctah, I posted this pic :P

::Handphone's camera fight with Terey::

The outcome: He won.

The reason(s): Obviously he had longer hands and that phone of his suddenly popped out of nowhere.

A Title, For The Untitled

How do you judge a blog?
You don't.

In the past, before I posted an entry, I used to think; what would people say when they read this? I wrote for people. I wrote so people could judge. Then I thought, that's not how a blog should work. Shouldn't it? We don't write what people want to read. We don't search for the proper words.
We write the pictures.
We write the feelings.
We write the unseen.
Those are what make a blog, a blog. We're free to write what we want regardless of what people say. It doesn't have to be deep. It doesn't have to be meaningful. It doesn't have to be beautiful.
It could just be plain. It could just be simple. It's allow to be ugly. We're not all flowers. Sometimes weeds do grow. Sometimes the flowers do die. Then they'll grow back and the process repeats itself all over again.
Bloggers, don't go for praises. I'm not trying to win the Pulitzer prize. I'm not aiming for the Nobel Prize in Literature. I'm not writing to sell. I don't write so people would be awed and impressed. I don't need hundreds of thousands of viewers and readers.
I write simply to interpret myself in words.

I forgot how going through stuff works. I forgot it's not simply dividing your belongings into two piles; the wanted, and the junk. You're bound to pause and remember. You're bound to laugh, and smile and cry. You're bound to wonder and ask unanswered questions. All those, you would do. As I looked at certain photos, as I read certain things, I asked myself; Did I know this and that would happen? Somehow, did I? Could I have possibly thought of those?
No, I didn't. And no, I couldn't have.
I was so young, so innocent, so naive. We all were when we're still in diapers.
These things happen don't they?
Looking at things, I know I would spend a big part of my life trying to be someone I'm not. I know I'm going to spend an even bigger part of it trying to find who I am again. Those, when I'll think of them in the future, at least I'll know I've thought of them in the past.


*rabbits squeaked at 2.23 am for food ^_^*


Duty awaits.