Gave Miaka a bath today. He was NOT pleased. He used to give us these "I'm-so-pitiful" looks to get his way, but recently he has acquired this challenging glare. My sister says it's because he's an adolescent cat now, so he's turning rebellious ^_^;
Made a list last night, of some things I really want to the point of need. This came from reading half of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, and I realised how much I have around me that I take for granted. You know these things: Things you want for yourself but don't buy cos' "They'll always be here anyway... perhaps some other day." Well, big surprise, one day these things might still be around, but you may not be. Or you may be around, but these things may not be. Why not pamper ourselves? I like to feel like a deserving, fulfilled human being.
The essential self is, after all, quite easily satisfied. I can't quite reason out why I want these things. They are, after all, not necessities. But it seems that I've always wanted them, I just used to rationalize about why I can't have them yet. "Reason not the need".
I want:
1. Double-scoop ice cream. I don't care about the brand, chocolate sprinkles might be a bonus, but I want them double scoop. The cheap kind, in a little biscuit cone. I never used to buy double cos' my mom said they were too expensive. Screw the expensive.
2. Cleo magazine. I've never read any others apart from the 1997 issue. I like their writing style: informal, funny, and their articles are not bad either.
3. Make-up. I know, why buy it if I'm never going to use it? I just like the look of it, the delicately coloured powder, the perfumed scents. What I want now, is lavender eyeshadow. No, I never wear make-up when I go out, and I'm not intending to. But looking at it makes me happy. I like pretty things.
4. Hallmark notebooks. The really colourful, pretty ones. I got one for my birthday, I don't use it. Again, just looking at it makes me happy.
5. Black clothing. When I was younger, my parents wouldn't allow me to wear black. Now I want black, lots and lots of black. Gothic style.
6. Jewelry. Bangles that jingle with a silvery sound; chunky metal with stones set in them, elegantly carved.
Finally, at least, I know some of the things I really want, and guess what, finally, they're attainable.
What do you want?
Made a list last night, of some things I really want to the point of need. This came from reading half of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, and I realised how much I have around me that I take for granted. You know these things: Things you want for yourself but don't buy cos' "They'll always be here anyway... perhaps some other day." Well, big surprise, one day these things might still be around, but you may not be. Or you may be around, but these things may not be. Why not pamper ourselves? I like to feel like a deserving, fulfilled human being.
The essential self is, after all, quite easily satisfied. I can't quite reason out why I want these things. They are, after all, not necessities. But it seems that I've always wanted them, I just used to rationalize about why I can't have them yet. "Reason not the need".
I want:
1. Double-scoop ice cream. I don't care about the brand, chocolate sprinkles might be a bonus, but I want them double scoop. The cheap kind, in a little biscuit cone. I never used to buy double cos' my mom said they were too expensive. Screw the expensive.
2. Cleo magazine. I've never read any others apart from the 1997 issue. I like their writing style: informal, funny, and their articles are not bad either.
3. Make-up. I know, why buy it if I'm never going to use it? I just like the look of it, the delicately coloured powder, the perfumed scents. What I want now, is lavender eyeshadow. No, I never wear make-up when I go out, and I'm not intending to. But looking at it makes me happy. I like pretty things.
4. Hallmark notebooks. The really colourful, pretty ones. I got one for my birthday, I don't use it. Again, just looking at it makes me happy.
5. Black clothing. When I was younger, my parents wouldn't allow me to wear black. Now I want black, lots and lots of black. Gothic style.
6. Jewelry. Bangles that jingle with a silvery sound; chunky metal with stones set in them, elegantly carved.
Finally, at least, I know some of the things I really want, and guess what, finally, they're attainable.
What do you want?
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11:55 AM
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