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IMPOSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD

1. You can't count your hair.

2. You can't wash your eyes with soap.

3. You can't breathe when your tongue is out.

Put your tongue back in idiot.

10 THINGS I KNOW ABOUT YOU

1. You are reading this

2. You are human

3. You can't say letter "P" without separating your lips

4. You just attempted to do it

6. You are laughing at yourself

7. You have a smile on your face and you skipped number five

8. You just checked to see if there is number five

9. You laugh at this because you're an idiot and everyone does it too

10. You are probably going yo send this to see if someone else falls for it.

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So basically, my mom wanted me to blog everyday during spring break so that my writing skills will increase and my English as well so that when we travel I won't have any problems (blah, blah) with (blah, blah) communicating (blah, blah) with people who probably don't speak English as well. (Except for those who actually do)

So... here I am... Blogging... Having so much in my mind to say but too lazy to actually type it down. 

Actually, I will type it down. Well, at least two or three paragraphs of how the first months of my 2013 went. So here it goes.

Nahh, in truth, I can't remember what I did last weekend so don't expect me to remember what happened in the last... wait, I'm counting... April... March... February... January... 3 months (since April just started yesterday) or even a small part of it. Except for my birthday though since no body forgets what happens on their birthday. Which leads me to remember those scenes in movies where the character just happens to "forget" that it's his or her birthday. I mean, how do you forget that it's your birthday?! Even mental people don't. Or maybe they do. I don't know. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, my birthday. Now what did I do on my birthday again?

By the way, I just wanted to randomly post this video that I made on this blog because I love puppies.

Tiger

I just discovered today that no matter how old you are, if you don't care... you just don't.  When we finally had our own car, we named it "Harry" since I'm a massive directioner and "Harry Styles from One Direction" so, everyone gets the point. My mom put it upon herself to buy stuffed toys from a gas station to put in the car as "passengers". So right now we have one blue pillow with a baby bear face, Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, and Tiger. Tiger is the biggest among them all so I always hug him when I'm on the passenger seat and if I'm not there, he occupies it.

So this evening was nothing out of the ordinary. I and my mom were just in our car, Harry in the parking lot, listening to Eraserheads. My mom is a big fan and she was telling me that she knew the order and introduction of their songs. It all started when she was guessing the next song and made a really hilarious face while she was at it. I was laughing enough to attract a person walking by and look at us weirdly. 3 minutes later, there was my 33-year-old mother, wearing her office top, making Tiger dance with her hands while facing the passersby. And she was fully aware of what she was doing.

My mom thinks she made so many people happy while I think she made people think that stuffed toys activate people's ability to think that Martians can attack anytime now. -.-

Karma!

Like my sister-acting friend, I also got braces. While the dentist was putting my braces on, memories of why I hate dentists came flashing back to me. I remember when I was little. I wished to be a dentist but I decided against it because maybe a lot of people might be mentally planning my death while I do whatever dentists do to people's teeth.

The next day after my braces were 'installed', I only had a juice box in school. For the six hours in school, I only had a juice box. I think that was the worst eating day of my life.

The weekend passed by shortly and it was Sunday again. Which means I'll be seeing my classmates eat anything and everything they want and get obese. My braces don't hurt that much anymore. So the pain was like only 20%. I thought that it was going to be a normal eating day again. The keyword there is thought. Choco, was I wrong. Our teacher rearranged our seats and I got seated to my eating rival, KED. KED is really composed of his initials so that no one will know about our eating contests.

During our recess, KED so many food that are hard for me too eat. Including break, turon, and caramel toffee. Not to mention that he was eating his fried chicken leg rather loudly and hungrily. After a while, I was proven that karma was true since he ran out of money from buying too much food from the canteen. 

Thursday, Y U NO Like Me?!

Everyone has their own day of the week in which they're not themselves. Or they're being themselves too much. Thursday, last week, I embarrassed myself in front of many people. I forgot how, but I just know that I just did. I also remember mentally telling myself to make sure if I was going to embarrass myself again this week, so that I can confirm that Thursday is my unlucky day. I know that things such as those don't exist so I'll just say in other words that Thursday is the day that the only thing I do right is doing my hobby. Which is eating.

Earlier at school today during our recess, just outside our canteen, I saw my best friend who got transferred to another class walking towards her classroom. Being the stupid, crazy girl I am, I tried to run to her and yelled "Zayn!".(Since she's a Directioner and her favorite among the boys is Zayn) As a result, so many guys on the same grade as I am, looked at me like I was a maniac as they walked away. I hope there weren't any teachers that time or else, that would be really, really, really, really awkward. (If it can get more awkward as it is now) Even if I do crazy things like that all the time, it just seems like that when it's Thursday, many people are there to witness it.

Tips for those who have their own bad days of the week:

1. Make sure you wear your lucky underwear.

2. Try to control yourself from being overacting. If you can.

3. Sleep early the night before so you can have a good mood.

4. Have a great meal for breakfast. So that your stomach won't rumble when it's silent.

Perdita

This is my new furry pal and Winello's little sister and playmate, Perdita. Born in September 12, we adopted her just last month and she's already sleeping on our laps. She was so tiny back then, and still tiny now. But, even she is a very young and small female feline, she managed to take a 9 month male cat's position as the alpha cat of the house. With those adorable round eyes, she always gets away from being busted by sleeping on my own favorite blanket. And nobody would have spoiled meat with this carnivore because she always gets to eat leftover meat and fish.

There was a time that Perdita ran out of her kibble, then we fed her a whole can of sardines. And she did not let Winello finish it alone.

Here are more snapshots of our new family member . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

before

( A photo from one of Perdita's first nights with us)

After

(Our sleeping cutie purring so loud)

Lazy Happy Fat Cat

Winello is 4 months now and he's really fat and

lazy. I always thought of making him as fat as Garfield, but I never thought that he would do it on his own. Maybe he must have read my mind.

Winello has been eating a lot lately and when it's time for him to be hyper, he really doesn't waste time of following his schedule. Speaking of schedule, Winello had an appointment with his vet 3 days ago. She said that Winello was really calm and patient. I'm really confused about that cat because when he's in the house, ( when there's a visitor or not ) he's himself when it's lazy time, or hyper time. But when he's out of the house, he just becomes so behave. Last time we went out, I thought his nose was broken from trying to memorize the smell of the vehicle and the smell of the Pet Vet Clinic.

( Winello, like a statue during the face-off with a dog)

After the check-up and the pet advises, Winello had an anti- rabies and flu shot and he also got his microchip inside him. When Winello and I were waiting in the lobby, there were more pets that came. I tried to get Winello close to a cat in a

cage, but, I kinda thought that a big kitty doesn't like fat, 4-month old kittens so much. I also noticed that Winello was the only pet on the loose (no lead, or cage, just a bag) in the clinic. Then, we saw this cute dog near the reception table thingies and I tried to get Winello and the dog close. I saw on TV, that some cats are afraid of dogs, but I just never saw a dog get afraid of a cat.

When we got home, Winello just went hyper for a little while and then, he went to sleep.

( Winello while grooming)

Strange Little Dude

Nowadays, Winello is getting bigger and so is his naughtiness level. He's really into biting, scratching, jumping, and eating now. At first, his bite doesn't hurt that much, that's why I let him bite me sometimes when he's biting an itchy part of my skin. But, now, he bites like a baby tiger! Even mama screams when she gets bit and makes Winello scared enough to hide from her sometimes. Winello also accidentally scratches us sometimes but always plans on making our curtain his scratching cloth. But, he's not bad, it's just part of his childhood, that's what mama said.

But the real weird thing is, everyone knows that cats don't like taking baths, but this kitten, loves water, whether when he drinks it, or when water splashes on him. He likes it when the faucet's on at the bathtub, or at the sink, he's not picky. And the funny thing is, in the evening, when you look at him beside you, he's staring at you. And when you look at him again after 5 minutes or 5 seconds, he's sleeping beside you.

Away From School, New Responsibility

It's summer vacation again!!! Last summer vacation, I didn't even post a single thing because I forgot I even had a blog. But I think I still won't get to blog much again this year due to having a new.... shall we say.. "BIG RESPONSIBILITY".

At the last day of our school, in the evening, my mom bought a kitten. We named it Winello( the kitten's a boy). The name's a combination of the words winner and hello. For me, it's like saying " Hello Mr.Winner!!". At his first night, I did get a little impatient because he was roaming around the flat(apartment). And I thought that maybe it was doing the 3 ms- memorizing, measuring and not meowing.

Limited Freedom

Today, I feel like it's summer vacation again. I was very happy that we have no school today because our whole school is brownout for the day. It's because of something about Japan because there's no electricity there but, tomorrow we have school again. It was too bad that we still have to go to school at the rest of the days.( Not including the weekends of course)