The Feline Territory

Its Raya 2005.

The only thing i look froward to this time is - finally, we can eat in public again, yoohoo!! don’t have to go to work for a week, and my special trip to crash at Mass and Raihan’s house in Kedah.

Unlike the rest of the world, i don’t have a kampung to go home to. Others have beaches and sawah to hit, i have…….. good old Kuala Lumpur. Its not too bad, at least my cute new stilettos will fit right in with the urban scenario…. heheh.

People like me appreciate kampung life even more. I get ecstatic when i see a village, run all over to take a photo of a goat, and will so……… wear a cotton baju kurung to the sawah.

But first day of Raya……… here in Tamn Tun Dr. Ismail……….. is just another day, but with good friends and family, the famous lemang………….. and the madding crowd….. (guests from all over who comes with greed…….. for food!!)

Well, Selamat Hari Raya people!!!

1. The definiton of "i miss you" is rephrased. You look at other people’s relationships and even when they do miss each other, their battle could never be as hard as yours. So, you learn to appreciate what you have.

2. Loyalty is in you. Seeing is not believing. Sometimes what you don’t see is the actual thing that happens. He can be in your face 24-7 but he cheats. Or, vice versa.

3. His family becomes your closest associates, and thats a good start to building a real relationship.

4. You learn not to dwell so much on a petty argument. It makes the phone calls so not worth it. And it helps to better the relationship.

5. You learn how to cook in your free time. To him, this is way better than even having the face and bod of Catherine Zeta-Jones.

6. You don’t get to dine together or hang out at the best mamak stalls, but these moments are converted into chatrooms and yahoo messengers.

7. You get to write and receive cute on-line greeting cards- and it does make sense to be doing that even everyday.

8. You plan his homecoming very vigorously, and this includes eating at the 10 best restaurants, visiting the Welfare Home for Cats, renewing our ICs to MyKad… anything goes as long as its together.

9. You learn that love, loyalty and support goes beyond borders and geographical proximity.

10. You learn that with patience, waiting for the right one, is worth it after all.

1. You become very aware of the different time zones and the changing of the weather, because this defines the "mood" of the BF.

2. You become a little geographically educated. Now you know that America is really far.

3. You get US dollar notes as a goodbye gifts for keeps that he wants you to use as bookmark to remember him. But when you are short of money, just head over to the money-changer.

4. You never have to call him because he’s living off the higher currency. And, we are still and underdeveloped nation, so the world pities us more.

5. You get online greeting cards everyday- with romantic music.

6. You get an account on Paypal with money in it and this makes e-bay shopping very much possible.

7. You actually learn how to shop online because that’s what the People Who Lives in The Developed World does.

8. You get invitations to go to Boston for free but you fashionably denied because life is a lot more happening’ here in good old Kuala Lumpur. At least 99% of the food here is halal.

9. He does not have to know that you lied when you are actually still in Starbux sipping coffee when you promised to be home before dusk.

10. Again, when you get into an argument, an online greeting card with romantic music solves it all.

This myth probably started as the result of a cat’s flexible skeleton that allows squeezing and twisting to negotiate narrow and awkward places.

The factors that influence a cat’s longevity are proper diet and care, including regular visits to the veterinarian, and the cat’s genetic makeup.

The average life span for a neutered cat who is housed inside is estimated to be from 12 to 14 years. The maximum life span is said to be 35 years. The roaming cat’s life expectancy is usually less than that of a cat housed indoors. This may relate to a more stressful lifestyle as the results of accidents, fighting and exposure to weather extremes.

Me: Geez, then how long more does Snowy have?? boo-hoo!! Sob!! Sob!!

My good friend Mass and me took a trip one weekend to hit the Great Singapore Sale. On a rather mysterious journey, we were joined by a man on a hunt for something more extraordinary than life can offer….these are the photos that witnessed it all………….

As Mass and me landed at the Chokia hotel on Scary st., we meet the man-on-a-hunt sitting on the sofa, playing with his eyes.

However, Mass didn’t think the The Man was weird. In fact, they got along fine even when he had an obsession with his long eyelashes.

The Man loves spending time meditating as he was waiting for the sun to rise.

Then, he played poker by himself.

However, as we walked down the street in the morning, after a short conversation, i was beginning to like The Man a little bit.

In the meantime, Mass and i busied ourselves and hit the mall. We started with looking for the most smoochable lipsticks to win over the world….

To an extent… we started kissing each other.

Next, we visited the shop with the best 50% sale… being the cheapskates that we are.

Mass was beginning to really really like The Man because he offered to help carry all her bags.

Next, Mass and i went searching for the cheapest factory clothes.

And i found the perfect sandals…. but couldn’t afford it!

Then, Mass suggested that the best way for all three of us to really bond was to snap a group photo.

Then we stopped for gossip and cofee- trying to decide, who The Man liked better.

As night falls, The Man and i finally bonded and we shared a romantic moment on the bridge.

But, i think he liked Mass better and then shared a more romantic moment with her.

I tried hard to win him over by pouting my lips as a sign of affection. But, he started acting funny.

As Mass and me had a cold war-cat fight-over The Man, we pretended to be the best of friends and decided that food was the best solution.

Then, we continued hitting the big sale but the stress we were facing was obvious- I walked ahead and Mass walked behind.

The Man decided to ignore our tug-of-war and gobbled food instead.

Mass felt really bad for hurting my feelings that she apologized. We became friends again.

The Man decided that neither me nor Mass was good enough for him and decided to go for Britney instead.

…So we all became friends again and i took their photo by the aquarium…. a sign of good friendship.

So, Mass and i continued our shopping and lived happily ever after. The Man took this photo.

                                               THE END

The Higher Power = The Master, The Human Being, The Prolific Owner

Says the cat: Dogs come when they are called; cats take a message and get back to you.

* This blog is written in conjunction with Snowy’s 12th year anniverssary of living on earth.

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I’ve been at war all my life. War against my pain in-the ass behaviour when I refuse to do the dishes as a house routine, war against civilians who barbarically kick small animals like cats and little lambs just because the cute ones crawl at their feet, war against the magazine publisher of Vogue because they sell the mag at a ridiculously insane price as if they don’t know some articles in it contributes to literacy for people like me who belongs to the third world, war against Eminem and his affiliations because they use profanity as a tool to attract and condemn, as if they don’t know Will Smith won a grammy and he never used a foul word, war against Ghadafi and and the Libyans who adore him because they are still creating missiles as a threat to the United States, war against the United States because they made such a big deal over 9/11 even though the Iraq situation is more of an ethnic cleansing than anything else, war against the free thinkers because they think the Middle East are conservative, war against the OIC because when Palestinians were killed the Indians gave more donations for the casualties of war than any other rich Arab nation, war against the suicide bombers because they think they die for jihad fi sabilillah when they forgot Islamic teachings does not include killing oneself as a means to an end, war against Fareed Zakaria because he wrote some not so good things about the religion I embraced in Newsweek, war against Badawi-ism because Islam Hadhari disillusioned most people on the concept of certain things, war against nuclear plants because this is the reason my ancestor’s country of origin scare one another, war against the United Nations because America cause a rage against the Iraqis and they still haven’t been convicted in the International Court of Justice, war against Saddam because he ruined it all for a nation who had so much from the very beginning because the emergence of the School of Reason was established in Iraq and Damascus, war against weapons of mass destruction because I think the written word is although slower, but a more efficient fashion to win the world over, war against those who refuse to come to the table of diplomacy and democracy because they also think others don’t understand them, war against those who walk onto the table of negotiations but always misinterpret the message passed, war against myself…. Because there were times I had it all but I somehow always screw things up. But somehow, I always manage to get up again and gave myself the mandate to change things for the better. We can stop the war and change the world we live in, because its ours, and nobody else’s. I’m starting with the man in the mirror, I’m going to make a change.

Have you ever had a friend who becomes like a lifetime journal to you?

Its not about being close, and its not about having constant meetings either, and its not about having to really understand each other either….. its like … magic….

Because when this type of friend comes along, you know its a friendship thats meant to stay. Or, maybe you don’t. But it just stayed with you, and that’s pretty magical.

Aiz and i met when i was 18, and after 6 years, he is the person who i really saw my young life evolved. Post-teenager. Early 20’s. Now, at mid-20’s. Six long years… and so much has happened, so much has changed… sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. With him, i shared among life’s greatest journeys…. the dreams and the wants… the unrealistic and realistic goals… the crushes and the new-found love… the heartbreaks and many many more.

Having a friend like this is like reading a book- a book of my young life. The most dramatic and the most impossible moments. And i’m still at it now, i think.

When we sit down and chat, he makes me have flashbacks of what i did and what made me proud, and is always reminded of the things that he would be proud of, and what others should be proud of. I think he sees in me a lot of things that i longed for others to see….. and for others to understand. And to this very day, i have not found someone as compatible as him.

What i remember the most of his words were: "Never settle for second best."

And i think that quote became the highlight of my life, and how i don’t really deserve something that’s not meant for me.

Although i’m grown up now, i think he still sees in me that 19 year old gal who had so much in front of her (hehe, remember our first meeting and what i said to you?)…. and i swallowed everything to the fullest. Me, who is always striving to get something big, always impatient…always colourful…. i’m always heading for somewhere… or someone…. and he does not pull me back, he lets me go every time to taste all the love and pain, all the joy and bitterness.

But him…. i know he’s always watching over me, not like a brother, because brothers are protective… but more like a friend who takes it all….. all the rubbish that i had to give, all the joy that i might bring….

Because all we do is we fill in to each other the going-ons of the hours that passes us by…. because by doing that, we might remember each other more like a person… a real person whom you know well enough… to write a book about him… or her.

So, if this is friendship, then it means that i have perhaps…. seen a little bit of heaven.

Maybe its Ramadhan, maybe its just me.