Aain’s Bed-and-Breakfast

Slm..

I’ve shifted my blog someplace else. This B&B’s been nice while it lasted.

Muaxxies and signing off for good, Aain Fauzi.

It’s been a long time since I’ve updated this blog, so today I decided, why not?

Okie dokes. This message may irritate you, make you feel guilty or make you want to throw a chair at me, but I don’t give a damn if it does. In fact, I’d like you to feel that way {but without the chair-throwing, please} because this stuff is serious ppl.

Here’s a list of things you ought to think before you act shamefully in regard to Mother Nature:

1) Every time you switch on the air-conditioner because you tell yourself it’s hot outside; think this: the more frequent you switch it on, the hotter it’s going to be outside. Why? GLOBAL WARMING! I trust I don’t have to explain this; everyone knows why {and yet they refuse to acknowledge it…hmmm} So instead of air-cond, go with trusty old fan.

2) Turtle soup SHOULD NOT be acknowledged as a delicacy! For *toot* -ing sake ppl, you have LOADS of other things to eat! Ignore the turtles and move on to the fish and chicken on the menu, will you! I hardly think chickens will be extinct soon, so eat as much as you want!

3) Don’t buy fur. Synthetic? Fine. Real? STAY CLEAR OF IT! Don’t you feel sorry for the animal that had to die just because you wanted to wear something that god gave to it for survival purposes? It IS possible to NOT buy them. They needed the fur to survive in the eco, but does that mean YOU need it to survive too?

4) Stop throwing plastic bags into the sea. Or leaving it on the beaches, either. When the sea level rises in the evenings, they’re going to be pulled into the sea. Do you want turtles to mistake them for food? Do you? Do you? Huh????

That’s all for now. I think. Yeah, it is. Too much ranting hurts my head, anyway. In the future I will touch again on this subject, but in the meantime, I would appreciate it if you could think about the rising of sea levels all around the world and how polar bears are on the brink of extinction because of it. Also, how billions of ppl will without a doubt lose their homes at the end of the century because they’ve been swallowed up by floods. Take note that these three things branched out from GLOBAL WARMING. Think about it, and act. If only you make a little change, at least when a million ppl start practising it, it’ll be a BIG CHANGE.

Love to Nature, Polar bears and otters in love,

-Aain.

10 February 2007. This day is for you, sayang. I love you so much. I feel very lucky and grateful to have had the chance to care for you in my life. I love you Bunny-boy. To one of the brightest, most loving and understanding cat I feel I will ever have the opportunity to love in my life, peace to you now sayang. I leave you with Allah now. Take care.

I love you Puteh-Ban.

From your friend, Aain.

No, I’m not talking about my lover, or my boyfriend. Neither am I talking about my girlfriend (?)…I’m talking about my best friend in the whole world, my cat. My friends think it’s sad, how I love Puteh so much, but heck, that doesn’t change anything. The world can go upside down for all I care, because I still love my Bunny-Ban.

Okay, the reason why I’m suddenly declaring my love of her to the whole wide world (note: www -nice, huh? hehe) is because I’m worried. Worried sick. Worried to my bone, soul…whatever way you put it, I’m worried. Why? Because Puteh’s eating habit has really been topsy-turvy lately. I give her Friskies, she eats. Then, the next thing you know, she’s regurgitating everything back. The scary thing is, it doesn’t look like it’s been digested. Then, I give her Whiskas’s ‘wet food’ (direct translation from BM, sorry…) and she eats it up, but only a little. Next second, same thing happens. She gets it all out again. This doesn’t really happen everyday, but frequent enough to get me worried.

Yesterday, I boiled her a tuna fish (straight from the shop, my maid bought) and she loved it. She even licked and tried to eat the sharp tiny bones that I’d put aside. But, sometime around 8 o’clock, she does it again. Yup, you got it. Everything came out. Plus…I swear, it looked exactly the same like it did when it got in! I don’t know what to do…So again I complained to everyone at home. *sighs*

Today? What happened today? Aiihhhh….Worse.

She won’t even eat! First I gave her the same thing. Tuna, boiled. All bones removed. I mixed it with a little bit of rice, just in case she didn’t like tuna only. I gave her that, and she turned away from me. I coaxed her; talked to her in soft tones, hugged her. The most she gave me was a sniff at the food, a brief look at me, then she went outside to sit in the sun. Fine. Strike one.

Then, I poured her some Friskies. She looked -about 2 seconds; I brought the food to her by the way- then she ignored it. Strike two.

Next, I tried milk and cheese. Sometimes, once in a while, I give her milk. In those ’sometimes’, she only drank a little. So, really I didn’t have any hope with the milk, but I gave it a shot anyway. No go. The cheese? ‘Sometimes’, I also give her cheese. She likes a little bit of it, I dunno why, she just does. Sometimes. Her reaction when I carried her back inside, put her down on the counter and gave milk and cheese to her? You guessed it, strike THREE.

My last resort. Ikan goreng half eaten by my wonderful family. I pinched a little of it and gave her. Along with the fish, I took a little more than a pinch of chicken. All laid in front of her. Then, by some weird logic, I put the plastic container full of Friskies beside all that. For comparison, I told myself. She looked at the fish and sniffed it -4 seconds- then turned her nose at it. Then, the chicken. 3 seconds of looking briefly, then no. By then, I had lost all hope. I just wanted to cry, and I almost did. Then, I coaxed her to look at the Friskies. She looked at it for 2 seconds, then she turned her attention back to the pieces of ikan goreng. Comparison time.

I held my breath.

She sniffed it, then licked it.

My heart wanted to burst already at the suspense…Come on, come on, I said.

She ate a little of it, then a little bit more.

I was smiling so wide I knew my younger sister would have thought me a freak. A promotion from the post of ‘weirdo’.

Then, after a little bit more, ( very very little ‘bit more’ ) she had had enough. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

I pat her head and cuddled her. ‘Why won’t you eat’ kept repeating in my tired, tired mind. She gave a meow and hopped off the counter.

HHhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh .

{ That was a very very tired and worried sigh, by the way }

Right now, she’s sleeping next to Along on the couch. Me? I’m writing this out, my heart really really tired. Tired because I’m worried. Not tired because I’m sick of it.

At dinner tonight, I told my mum and dad about this very very big predicament. I suggested the vet. They said weekends.

Hhuuhhh .

{ Now, that’s a partially relieved sigh, by the way }

So now, I’m waiting for the weekends to come. Saturday. Oh, wait. That’s tomorrow, right? ( it’s now 1.09 am Friday )

Good.

All now rests in Allah’s hands. I can’t bear it if she stays sick like this. I’m well aware of course, that death has to come to us all, including my Bunny-Ban, Puteh. But that doesn’t mean I have to love it.

To Puteh, my sayang…Get well.

Signing off,

Aain. 

I have a friend, (haha, XD  you know who you are, darling) who currently has to face a whole army of jealous brats at school. Whatever she does, they criticize. Everything she says is wrong. Why? Because they’re jealous. She helps, they say it’s her seeking attention. She doesn’t help, (as a result of their former response) they say it’s bloody unfair that she just has to sit and study all the time; not like them, help is their middle name.

She actually studies to get good grades, and they don’t. (Well, I’m assuming not as hard, but since I’m fuming so I’ll settle with ‘don’t’. Forgive me. :P) When she beats them in exams –all in the name of healthy competition- they refuse to speak to her. I can only imagine what goes on in their teeny tiny minds: We refuse to speak to you because you got a 98 while all of us have to settle for a 95.

I know what you must be thinking…seriously?

My answer is…YUP.

When her dad picks her up in his car, they say she’s showing off. Again. They say rich people use expensive cars to show off to others what they’re missing on life. Well you know what? I say rich people can afford expensive cars, which logically means cars of higher quality. If they have the money, why settle for a consolation prize when you can have the golden trophy, no? Exactly. It’s basic human logic.

And another thing that boggles my mind is that when it comes to group work, say presentation, they push the whole presenting thing on her. Their reason? You’re good, we’re not. Plus, kita malulah.

…God! I mean, one second they say it’s a problem that she’s putting herself out there, then the next nanosecond they say it’s the most obvious thing Fate ever decided. It’s like they’re this continuously shifting matter that changes at her every move. She goes left, they say right. But if they feel they can win too by following behind her meekly while she does all the work, leads them to victory and still heads left, heck! Why not?

Shame on you people, shame on you so bad. All you can think of is a way to bring her down and use her…and you very nearly did. (But to no avail, darlings…haha :P) Anyway, fact is, we all know you want to be her. When she goes in front of the class to help out a friend trying to make an announcement, (while all of you are busy making use of your gift of the gab) you see her as she catches your attention, then you immediately wish you’re the one doing it instead. When it’s her work that’s being read out in class, you wish it had been yours instead, and darn it, why hadn’t you done yours earlier yesterday like she did, instead of before recess today?

Anyway, all I can say is that if one of you people are reading this (though I think none of you have been added on my ‘friends’ list, because I just can’t stand people like that), just hold your tongue and wipe that horrid look off your face the next time the green monster comes out so that you don’t embarrass yourself too much.

Over and out,

-Aain.

Mood: Accomplished

Listening to: Keep Holding On (Avril Lavigne)

[yeah, yeah I know…it’s like LiveJournal…but can you kill a girl for wishing? Hehe :D]

Hello. I’ve managed to finish ‘Eldest’ today, second in the installment of the Inheritance series by young Christopher Paolini. I shall now go forth to critic and compliment it, so those of you thinking about reading the first; ‘Eragon’ or the second book, ‘Eldest’ steer clear of this post.

{ WARNING: SPOILERS!!!!! }

Okay, now that I can write with a clear conscience, I’ll continue with my post. First of all, I want to say that I am a Tolkien fan. I am sure this will explain what I have to say later. Right. Anyway, the book was okay, I guess. And ungrudgingly, I would have to say a good attempt. In fact, why don’t we all just be honest and say it was a marvelous attempt? Fine. I have said that.

Plot-wise, it was mostly guessable. But of course, not too much that you would bet your life on your guesses. The fact that Roran would not be the family who would betray Eragon is easily guessed and anticipated, as Stronghammer was not important enough to do so. Begging your pardon, Carvahall.

Also, the fact that Murtagh and the Twins weren’t really dead was very very very very very (excuse my grammar) much anticipated. The way Paolini wrote them off was somewhat pale and as a reader, I knew that was not how authors usually say goodbye to a character of such high import to the main character like Murtagh. Paolini wrote that Eragon was sad, of course, but he didn’t seem sad. He should have just went all out to describe Eragon’s mourning. Then it wouldn’t seem so obvious.

However, I was surprised to find out that Murtagh was to end up as a Rider. The last couple of paragraphs in the chapter ‘Eldest’ before the revealing of Murtagh did bring me to that suspicion as much, but I never gave a thought to it before. Suspected he would support Galbatorix, yes. But that in being a Rider? No.

Another matter which I’m not quite fond of is how Paolini seems to incorporate styles of a movie. For example, the exchange between Eragon and Saphira right as they prepared to face the Empire’s soldiers:

Shall we dance, my heartfriend?

We shall.

I mean…is it just me, or is that lame? I don’t know…It might have worked for some…but certainly not for me. I’d save it for the adaptation of the book on the screen, if I were him.

And of course, of Arya Svit-kona and Eragon Shadeslayer. The epic tale of love, huh Angela? More like a pathetic tale of a fool’s love scorned and a princess as endearing as your’s truly. Sorry Arya/Eragon shippers. It’s just too stale. I mean…I just don’t see why Eragon loves her. Paolini doesn’t give me that. Arya is beautiful, fine. Arya is kind, fine. Arya is strong of heart and also physically, fine. And of course that Arya loves the flowers that Faolin made for her, fine. Besides that? What does Eragon know of her? Nothing. Nada. Zero. And setting aside the kindness, I find nothing endearing of her, sorry. This love story may yet deter from the destination it’s heading for right now in the final book. But to do that, radical changes are sure to come. One term: Out of Character. I hate that.

Hey…who knows? Maybe it will turn out great after all. We’ll never really get to know until it’s finished, which will be around this year. 

Ooh! And before I say bye-bye, I would like to say: I LOVE ANGELA! She’s witty, weird, wacky and wonderfully brilliant! I like it when she opens her mouth. To quote Saphira, she’s ‘different’. 

Plus…I absolutely love the interaction between Eragon and Saphira. It’s funny at times, and sweet too. Muaxxies and kudos to Paolini for that. KUDOS!

I also love a whole bucketful of other things in the first two books of the Inheritence series, but I’m too butt-lazy to write about it. Critics are refreshing, compliments are boring. (For a book, that is. Don’t try me with that philosphy, or I keel you, I swear!) And yes, the second one is better than the first. But only in comparison, of course. Hehe, sorry.

Any-hoot, it was a very good attempt for someone so young as Paolini, and far beyond anything I can ever write. My only attempts at writing have been futile ones, and nothing in comparison to his works. I am just a passer-by, who felt compelled to comment. Tha’s all.

So here’s the verdict: ‘Eldest’ is a reasonably enjoyable book.

Muaxxies, everybody!

Aain.

Hey all.

A family is something that will never be perfect. There never was, is or will be a normal or perfect family. Each family has members, and every member contribute a little something no matter how small it is.

I love my family. No matter how strong the gales blow, no matter how hard the rain falls, at the end of the day, I still love my family. As always, I can expect myself at times of bull-headedness to deny this in future, but I know when that moment comes again for a visit, I do love them. Truly.

Love to my family >>>Ayah,Mak,Along,Alin,Tina & Aica

Know that I love you guys always…Muaxx!

>Aain<

Okay, first and foremost, I just want to say the world is grey. Yup.

Grey.

Not because it’s boring (though I’m very much tempted to say so), but because everything is made up of certain percentages of black and white. Black represent bad, white, naturally represents good. Okay, so why the sudden interest, you ask? Well, it’s because I was up in my room today, thinking who was right and who was wrong in this old argument I once got involved in (and yes, it was resolved, though only out of politeness on my behalf, I assure you -we’ve never spoken to each other since that matter was resolved…anyway) that I thought this person does have some good in him/her and the same goes for me too. However, there was also some evil in him/her and not surprisingly, so do I.

So yes, this simple philosophy had come to me suddenly, (not to say, of course, that I haven’t understood it before, just never fully considered it very important…I hope you understand) and I have come up with this:

that nobody is perfect, all have their flaws and outstanding values worth noting, and that it is up to us to not only say that we understand it, but embrace it as our own standing . PLUS, learn to forgive (I don’t say forget because I suspect that I myself find that very hard…and besides, I don’t like being a hypocrite..)

So yes, I’m grey, you’re grey. We’re all grey. As to the composition of black and white, that differs; and I, like my very annoying self, shall leave you to ponder what is yours.

>>>Aain.

p/s: I suspect I’m 61.2% black and 38.8% white myself, actually.

p/s 2: Excuse the way I speak (write) today. I just finished a novel set in 18th century, so yeah, it’s weird. Right.

*coughs to break awkward silence that ensued*

Bye.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Today is Friday. I know this because I checked my calender. If not for that, I wouldn’t have known. It’s not that I care, really. The border between days are blurred, filled with boredom and delirium. I’m still not doing anything worthy to talk of yet, and looking at the pace I’m going, I doubt it’ll be soon.

Today, I changed the elastics on my braces to pink. It’s a change from green. Whoopee.

Anyone reading this must be bored, and I’m sorry to inflict upon you such pain and horror. Thanks anyway, and God Bless.

Muaxx,

Aain.