2010
Three-legged Bunny
So, yesterday I got Bunny back.
yeay!
But.. she is now lacking one leg. Yes, the doctor had to amputate her left hind leg. AMPUTATE, I repeat. So, now, she’s a 3-legged bunny. Poor thing.
So what happened? Let me cut the story short.
She sprained her leg. Took to vet. Gave medications. Saw improvements. She started to use her left hind leg back.
Suddenly, that left leg bled. Turned out she was eating the leg. Took to vet. Had to wrap her leg. Every other day.
BUT! She kept taking the wrap off. and bite it every chance she got.
Two weeks of wrapping and wrapping the wound. So much frustration. One day, her leg gone bad to worse. She looked so depressed and got skinnier.
Went to vet for consultation. Estimated cost RM600 maximum.
Dad didn’t wanna pay.
Mum asked me to slaughter the BOTH of the rabbits to make satay.
I cried.
Mum tried to make me see it in different perspective. Slaughtered animals go to heaven, atleast we end her suffering in a good way, bla bla bla…
I heavily agreed to it. Asked mum to ask dad to do it first thing next morning.
Next morning.
Dad didn’t have the hearts to. He let me bring Bunny to the vet.
So I did.
A week later. The doc called. Picked her up. They charged me RM 410 including medications.
And now, she looks much happier, and healthier. She started to eat again. The doctor even said she eat A LOT! hahaha! So, all in all she responded very well. (Some rabbits experience stress due to the change)
See that? No leg!
Bunny: Yo, where's ma leg?
Bunny: Whuteva man, this stuff is gooood!
Bunny's poo poo got kicked everywhere. Hihi!
That’s Bobby on the other cage. For now, they have to be separated while Bunny’s stitches still intact. When I brought Bunny home, Bobby got soooo excited. He was running around. He stood on his litter box looking at Bunny. He even tried to ‘dig’ the cage, as if hoping to get to Bunny. Everybody say AWWW!
They’re about 4 months now. Here are pictures of them when we just bought them, about 2 and half months.
Them, on their very first night home.
Bobby! Can't believe he was so small. He's so big now
Bunny! Naughty Bunny!!! COMELLLLLL!!!
Ok, done gaga moments.
BYE.
2010
What happened last Saturday?
Something happened on that day. Something BIG. Not too big. But big enough. Especially for me. I’m the first child and the only involvement I’ve ever had in a wedding was putting a few grand of money into an album and putting sweets into small paper bags. So, I have absolutely no idea about wedding tradition.
And, out of nowhere, in the middle of sewing, and jumping around the house, I went through the first malay wedding tradition phase, merisik. Eddie came with his parents, and eventhough it was not the first time I’ve met his parents, for some reason, I was nervous during the whole time they were talking. I had sweaty palms, and I was trying not to shake my legs. I think I did a good job at hiding it but inside, my heart was pounding hard especially when his mother pulled out a ring. The ring we both picked just the day before, and it still made me nervous.
Honestly, I didn’t really expect a merisik tradition since, traditionally the purpose was to ask whether the girl has anyone else or not, and to accept the ring means to accept the guy. However, these days, I think accepting the ring is like making a promise that the girl agrees, and that she’s not going to accept anyone else’s proposal. But he said his family kinda practice the traditions so..
Anyway, we didn’t really do it the traditional way. No poetry, but just casual words. I think if there was a poem, my dad would be even more nervous than I was. haha. The ring wasn’t even compulsory, but he said he wanted to give me one. Oh, he also brought chocolates, quite a lot, more than enough for my family.
Anyway, during the feast, my nervousness subdued (maybe I was nervous partly because I was so darn hungry). Since my dad was talking to his dad, and my mum talking to his mum, it was only the two of us left. I was a lil’ shy to talk to him too much so we just talked a bit and mostly spent the time eating the food. It’d be awkward to just sit, and do nothing. Plus, I love roti jala and lamb kuzi, it’s one of my favourite Kelantanese dish. In the end, to my surprise (and my parents) I had half of my plate filled with the bones, concrete evidence of the amount of food I consumed. I looked over at Eddie’s plate and saw that he had eaten as much. Heck, we even shamelessly moved the roti jala next to us for easy access. Haha. I’ve just lost over 3 kilos as result of my super lazy “diet” so I thought I deserved a lil’ treat for myself, though I agree, it didn’t necessarily have to be during merisik.
Hopefully his parents didn’t mind that I’m a big eater. At least, I’ve proven that I’m not anorexic. Plus, it’s not like I’m fat (by the standard definition) so I really hope that they don’t mind. Haha. Before they left, we gave them some Serunding and lil’ serunding popiah my grandma just brought from Kelantan. All in all, it went well.
I was a little numb after that, unable to believe what has just happened, and how. Then, I continued another round of roti jala and lamb kuzi. Haha. Later, I started to feel happy and freaked out. I still am. I mean, I’m not even 20 (yet!) and I’m already going through this? Good luck.
So, there you go, what happened on Saturday. Now that the weekend is over, so is my food indulgence pass. Oh well.
Oh yea, my birthday is just around the corner, and I’m wondering what should I buy as a gift for myself. I wanted to get a watch but Eddie wants to give me one so I’ll just have to find another gift for myself. Plus, I forgot my brithday is coming up so I forgot to save up for a watch. I kept thinking to save up to buy a watch on November, for some reason. Weird. Anyway, maybe I’ll get a new set of makeup or a pair of nice shoes.
p.s, for some reason wordpress published this entry prematurely eventhough I clicked save as draft. weird.
p.p.s, It’s so weird having this ring on my finger. But I love the ring! hehe
2010
Damn, lesson learned.
The Internet’s been so bonkers. One minute it’s fine, (and really fast) but the next, it’s gone. It’s like when someone gives you your favourite candy and in the midst of enjoying the rich cherry flavour, that person snatches it back before you even get to the bubble gum in the center.
As some of you might already aware of, I like to create things. Though I know I’m not as great as many other hobbyists, I know I’m good to a certain extend. I know that I have taste, but I have yet to express it. I won’t call myself a fashion designer even though I design my own patterns now because I’m not even sure if I’m making clothes or fashion. Fashion are not clothes and vice versa. Fashion is more than just clothes. There’s something about it that makes people very nervous about. Clothes are just something that people wear. There are cute clothes and ugly clothes. And there’s fashion.
Anyway, the thing is, I get demotivated really easily, especially when that criticism comes from people whom I care about, like my mum. I think she doesn’t really know the art of criticism that what she says can be harsh and insulting. Lets say when I try to pitch her my ideas about my projects, she goes to saying something rather negative directly, often short without any explanation. Sure, it does make me take a step back and rethink but mostly, it stirs the impression that maybe I’m just not good enough. I’m already hearing criticism or comments from other people and all I want to hear is a bit of confident boost so that I’ll make something better in that direction.Despite all that, in the end, I still manage to find strength to work my way through it, and kick ass.
Telling my mum about my next garment making project isn’t going to do me any good as she doesn’t see my point of view. I regret the fact that I consulted her and well, it influenced my direction and I was mislead. In the end, I hated the result, thinking I should’ve made it what I wanted it to be in the first place. Sometimes I know what she says is true but I was in denial. I learn things on my own, a self-taught and along the way, sometimes I make mistakes and stumble. But that’s okay, I should allow myself to make mistakes.
So, in short, the lesson learned is:
a) When in doubt, keep it simple.
b) When something doesn’t feel right, it doesnt. Follow your guts. Learn to trust your instincts.
c) Plan ahead, and go for it.
And I think, these three lessons are applicable for many cases.
The reason why I’m writing this is because I made a few clothes over the weeks and I have one that’s unfinished because I really hate it and do not even wish to continue working on it cause I feel like it’s not worth it, (there goes 30 bucks of fabric). One, which I’m not too sure of, I think it looks too androgynous but the fit is great. Another one that I can’t decide whether to hate it or love it because I screwed up the fit and it went off a lil’ bit and I’m just a goddamn perfectionist.
On the bright side, I’ve lost a few kilos (and a bit of boobies) so I enjoy looking at my stripped bod in front of the mirror right now, (except after I had lunch) imagining myself having those hate-it-or-love-it stick figure bods we see on the runway. I know I sound vain, but deep down, aren’t we all? We just hate to admit it.
p.s, I want to fly to US , buy a whole lot of Aldo shoes and live with them.
2010
Kisah abang garang harhar
Eddie and I were strolling in Ikea, finding some new furniture for my new room. It was sooo tiring. Ikea is big, and I didn’t have any idea what I was looking for. All I had were a function list and a the measurements of my rooms. On top of that, I was also on a tight budget. So, we had to find everything, analyze, calculate each and everything, see the pros and cons, the sustainability, accessibility, usability, everything, and buy only what I need. Yes, that’s a very hard thing to do for me. Eddie was smart tho. He’s very critical and helped me find just the thing for my room. :)
Anyway, It was about within the last 30 minutes before we bought everything when I was standing still thinking about my options. We were already drained by then. Eddie at that time was more or less 4 feet away from me. Suddenly, I heard Eddie yelled, “JANGAN LANGGAR KAKAK TU!”
I turned, and to my surprise, I saw a boy, who was just about 7 years old pushing the trolley slowly and looking at Eddie, terrified. After the boy walked past me, I asked him,
Me: Eddie, what happened?
Eddie: Ohh, that kid was going quite fast with the trolley. So I told him to slow down.
Me: Oh? I didn’t see..
Eddie: Yes… but he slowed down when he got near you.
Me: oh okay.
I kept quiet. Trying to digest. A min later, I talked to him.
Me: Eddie, did you know you just yelled at the poor kid?
Eddie: What? No? I thought I was speaking softly.
Me: umm no, it was like a loud, strong, authoritative command. Well, loud enough for me to hear at least.
Eddie: Oh really? I didn’t realize!
Me: Hun, he was just a kid.
Eddie: I know! But I was scared he might hit you. He was going dangerously fast and you were in his path.
Me: OMG you yelled at kid because of that?!
Eddie: Yeaaaah…
HAHAHA I burst into laughter. We both did. We laughed about how protective Eddie was being even though he was worn out and that was just a kid! I know Eddie could be protective. But, I never thought he’d be protective to that extend! Poor random kid, he got scolded because someone’s boyfriend is too protective. Garang betul abang ni. hahaha
Such a sweetheart.
p.s, so so super tired. gonna watch Gossip Girl’s latest episode and sleep! taaaa