The Taiwan Chicken

I am missing this Alishan Chicken sooo much!! Looks crazy good right. Well, it is!!! Best chicken I've ever had in my whole life regardless of how tiny it is. Yes each wing is actually really tiny. Omg. Maybe it wasn't a chicken. Maybe it was a sparrow??

Just Kidding. But I am missing Taiwan...

The Hotcakes

Today Ben and I tried making hotcakes! We got hotcake mix from daiso and milk and eggs from ntuc. We didnt have a mixer so our mix was rather lumpy at the start, but a few minutes beside the pan and it was all smooth XD

Anyway I decided hotcakes arent that easy to make ><" I wanted to make baby hotcakes by just putting drops of the mix but it was so hard to get them round =.= I guess normally people have a mould or something. Anyway! Pic of baby hotcakes complete with butter and maple syrup ^^ They are about 1cm across or less. To get a sense of it, the tab they're sitting on is the seal of the milk carton lol

The Daisoles

I bought soles from Daiso the other day and they are awesome. Look at them! Ain't they just the cutest things? And they fit beautifully too, after following the measurements provided and cutting them to size. they did exactly what I wanted them to, which is make my shoes half a size smaller so they'd be a better fit. No one's gonna see them but myself, yes, but that doesn't mean cute things must have a large audience to qualify as being worthy of existence! They simply need a single person to appreciate them. It makes that person happy and all's good. No? Ok, shan't get too philosophical here.

The Things

Don't tell the others
In the dark of the night
By the candle light
You can see it pass-ing
through the glowing bright
Flame, flickered and there's another right
There flitting by, stare not for you
Can't let it know that you see it, see them as their numbers grow
Don't tell the others
That they pass through here
It's a creeping fear
no one wants them near
Don't tell the others
or they'll tell the rest
That the things in your house,
they make here, their nest
No one wants to come near
no one wants to come here
In the dark of the night
It's those things we all fear

Well there's a random poem right there that came up because i took a rather creepsizoidal picture of myself. I think i wanted it to be about evil faeries, but then again, it sounds like it could be about cockroaches too.
Ah well. lack of practice results in this sort of nonsense.

And also, two days ago I dreamt that I cut my hair. I just grabbed a handful of it and went snippety! Although it was only snippety to shoulder length, not even boy cut or bald, gosh, was I horrified. The feeling of having chopped off 2 or maybe even 3 years worth of keratinous material off the top of my head was just horrific. Dead cells or not, I have most certainly confirmed through this dream that I want to keep them all. My hair is now longer than it's ever been my whole life and sometimes I doubt if it has any more strength in it to grow out anymore and then i'm just tempted to do a little something to it like snippety snipping it a little. But no. Now i know how i would feel about it, no thanks! Previously i dreamt that i bleached my whole head white (something I've always wanted to do) but according to my dream, it didnt suit me very much so that's another plan scrapped.

Having dreams is kinda useful huh. You get to test out things you wanna try maybe and then make the decision there and then! Whoopi.

Alright, enough of this silliness.

The Colourized Hair

Pinkified my hair a little~~ the effect is soo slight it's rather saddening... I had to bleach my hair twice over already previously bleached hair to get this light peek of pink. I used La Riche in pastel pink and well, i guess it did turn out pastel so I should be happy! And anyway I only made a few streaks sk that probably contributed to the little-ness of it all.

I prefer colourful streaks over dip dye~~ Dip dye is cool but I guess i don't think it'll work well for me!

I shall try to colourize it further when the next two tubs arrive! Again, it will be pastel pink, but also Lilac~~

I guess I'll show the process when I'm done with the next two colours~

Tanoshimi~~

The Dreamer

It began as an ordinary story.
An ordinary day.

She looked below her. The glass floors sparkling, catching light in their crystal, diamond, cat-eye-caught-on-camera kind of way. Below her, were clouds.

She was above, in this house. This house of porcelain walls, but glass floors. See-through, but there was nothing frightening. Just a dream of cotton candy sheets sailing by in the glow of the morning melting rays of honey sky.

No one else in the house. Just her, in the sky. Peaceful, silent, floating by. She could see the slight mirror of herself in her eyes, in the glass, on the clouds.

She lay down, wrapped around herself, the troubles of today and yesterday and that other day. All at once, it was gone. In the blink of an eye. Like a cat's captured in the night. A sheen of curiosity rippling over the glass of endless worries. But pushed away. No more would she think of those stresses. They were all now just puffs of long gone memories in the tightest corners of her mind.

It was time, for goodnight.
And that, was my dream the other day.

The Animals

I've always had pets. Ever since my parents came back with the first hamster for my sister and I, I've never stopped having pets. Even something as tiny as a hamster can be a meaningful pet if you play with it every day and get to know each other, slowly but surely.

Sadly, many people don't treasure their pets. I suppose sometimes they don't see them as equals, or they see them simply as possessions that can be removed or discarded at any point in time that they get bored of them. They think they are cute because they are fuzzy, scuttle around, eat and sleep in cute ways (not disregarding pet lizards and stuff but these are more uncommon in Singapore I think)... unfortunately they become like tiny movies that the people watch each day, or some days, or sometimes once every two weeks... They watch that cute little figure moving about for a while, and then they turn to their work and forget about about it. Caged up, bored and lonely, the little figure starts to rattle the bars. This gets annoying. They strew their food and water about the cage, hoping for some attention. The rattling, like an innocent person imprisoned without being told the reason, escalates and echoes through the night, into the morning... The animal becomes a bother, a frustration, an additional financial burden. Worst of all, the animal becomes labelled as "Bad". Bad dog! He won't listen. He keeps me up all night. I can't get anything done the next morning. Bad dog! He messes up his cage. I don't have time to clean it every day, it's too much of a trouble, a bother. Bad dog! I can't control him. He's violent, noisy... he's wild.

Bad dog just wants to walk a longer road. Bad dog just wants to run and jump and play like all animals do. Bad dog just wants you to remember him, and remember that he needs you.

Bad dog is never really Bad. Bad dog is just scared dog. Hurt dog. Never knew happiness dog. The same thing happens to humans when they grow up in an environment of abuse and hate, pain and tragedy. They don't know any good things and their minds can really be manipulated only to know evil. However, rehabilitation can help them. Time and patience, and a loving hand can give them the life they ought to know. This is the same, humans, animals, regardless.

This is my Labit, Bunbun, born out of a drop of ink that fell from the sky.

This is just a string of thoughts, and a hope that the message can be spread to always love your pets, and also, think carefully of the commitment you have to put in before getting one. C: