Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. A cat gave birth to kittens in my backyard, and they live there in some hidden corner. Since my room is at the back of the house, I get to witness them being ado'able wittle kitty cats (and secretly record their finest moments using my camera). My parents are usually not too pleased with stray cats having the run of our place, but I've noticed they never really try hard enough to get rid of them, so you see, I bet they have got soft spots for them too =p Big old softie-hearted parents, yeah!
Also, I baked:
(Muffins. Shame on you for thinking of kittens)
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| Sooo many chocolate chips *om nom nom* |
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| Close up fail. |
I've realized that although I've had this blog for years, I was never concerned about actual readers (plural yeah, didn't think anyone would actually be reading this!). But for a month or so now absolute STRANGERS are visiting and leaving comments (he-he, just kidding, I'm actually flattered by the attention). So it seems I will have to make an About page or something, because I follow a lot of blogs now and it's a thing apparently. I can imagine people visiting here and then going like..but who the heck is she?! What does she do? (or even people who will read this sentence and say Oh I just figured out this is a girl's blog). Because my blog has never followed any chronological events in my life, and I have never really said anything about myself at all in posts, I guess I'll have to divulge a tiny bit of personal information in the form of an 'about' page. The truth is, for four years, people did occasionally look in on me here and leave a comment, but I always considered this space to be for me...more than for others to read. I've changed a bit regarding that recently when I finally started discovering blogging communities and liking the feel of the atmosphere where people care about other people's writing and lives without actually knowing them. And I stopped being a nameless reader to all these amazing blogs I followed quite consistently and actually started leaving comments on them. Let's see if I ever get around to wanting to attract more readers to stick around =p.
I've noticed how open people are about their lives on their blogs. That is something I have never been able to do. I'm not sure I want to, but sometimes I have felt it would be liberating to talk openly of people and things and events and share things with bloggers who can tell you they understand. Going through the archives here, you would find lots of random pieces of abstract writing, some poems, and the occasional entry that was actually written in the first person and shared something about myself. When talking about something personal, or that holds a lot of emotional weight, I tend to slip into this writing style where I use metaphors to let it all out. After all, this is all just exactly what my paper journal would have looked like for the past few years if I had been writing it out instead of typing it on an internet page. I wonder, is it allowed in blogger-land to treat your blog like a journal with casual indirect spouts of wordiness and the virtual equivalent of doodles?
Anyway, yesterday I had a conversation with a friend, the type of conversation I have not had with anyone for a long time because I've been keeping a lot to myself lately and staying home mostly with family. It started off quite randomly and quickly became this serious discussion regarding changes in the past couple of years, and new things and the future. Without actually going into personal details of things we've both been through and experienced, we had a general talk about good and bad changes in ourselves, and I ended up talking a bit too much of my 'dark' side. But my friend had positive and supportive things to say to me which made me feel so much better about myself. I let on about how I needed time to go over things and kind of decide how to steer my life from this point. All the negativity I was spouting obviously made my friend say that I was in a dark place and perhaps over-thinking stuff; the truth is, I was in a dark place for a long time, but I feel now I am out of it and on the path to healing. I do have a lot of thinking to do to help keep my head above the surface so I don't sink back into the misery-abyss. But for the most part, I feel the worst is over, and no matter how much I dread the winter that's coming, things will actually be good *ignoring the impending daily loadshedding of gas and heater-less bum-freezing situations*
P.S. - WHEN, WHEN WILL I BE ABLE TO HOLD IN MY HANDS AN ORIGINAL COPY OF THE FOURTH ERAGON BOOK INHERITANCE, JUST NEWLY RELEASED? GAAAHHHHHHH
Currently re-reading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Watched: 3 episodes of How I Met Your Mother
