Outlet.

I'm thinking of making this blog a place to draw all my imagination and creativity with words. In simple words, I'm going to make this blog my creative writing outlet. Poems, short stories, dialogue, diary.. You name it.

Sounds interesting, right? It'll give me a chance to improve on my English too.

Now, what shall I write first?

Cat.

Let me tell you about a cat.

A ginger cat. Male. Desexed. Beautiful fur, with stripes on the tail that goes wild when he's hungry or restless. A cat who loves to rub himself on you, nudging your hand slightly and always tries his best to encourage you to pet him more. You may think of him as a cuddly and adorable creature who you can pour all your love and attention, and he'll appreciate it. But cat, being a cat, is a proud and selfish creature.

I guess if he could speak, he'll say something like "Pet me more, human. Y U NO PET ME MORE?"

This is that brat cat. Look at that smirk on his face. Just look at him. 

He's my neighbor's cat, and I've developed a love-hate relationship with him. I love him coming to me, it makes me feel special. Like I'm the chosen one. But every time I let him in, I'll regret my actions immediately.

I love him, but God, how I would love to just wipe that smug look on his face. I know, I know. He's just a cat. But still. He would come and paw on my window, begging to be let in, and when I did, he'll start to go crazy. He'll jump on my table and paw on my aquarium, scaring the fishes till they became restless. Then he'll be rubbing himself on everything, leaving furs everywhere.

Before, I thought he doesn't have an owner as he used to wander aimlessly around the neighborhood without a collar. And when I asked around, an old lady told me that his owner moved away from the house that he lived in, and left him behind. I couldn't help feeling sorry for him, so I fed him and gave him love and shelter. A few days and several advertisements later, I decided to call in the SPCA to hand him over for adoption. I was crying after I hung up the call, because it pains me to let the cat go (yes, I was already attached to him at that point, but I can't keep him because there's a rule of no pets in the house and all this while I was smuggling him and I felt guilty). My kind boyfriend point it out to me that I might get into trouble with my flatmates if I were caught keeping the cat, and I have to agree with him.

Not long after the call, there's a knock on the door. And to cut the story short, the cat's owner came and ask about her cat. Talk about perfect timing. So I explained to her that I thought the cat has no owner as it was spending a lot of time with me and has no collar on and there's an old lady telling me his owner moved away. Turns out, she move just across my house, and her cat has always been a friendly and adventurous cat.

And I thought I was the chosen one.

So now, I'm trying to slowly put a distance between me and him. Since I know now that he has an owner, I can't help but to be annoyed when he comes pawing on my window. I guess that's just jealousy. Haha.

Anyway, till then.

OCD.

Today, something shown on the TV caught my eye. No, not the commercial where they sell you good pots. And no, not the other commercial that pays you $10 for every kilograms that you've lost while renting their treadmills. It's a British TV show, called "Obsessive Commercial Cleaners". This show gathers people with obsessive compulsive disorder for cleaning and gives them little projects like cleaning people's house or the community centre.

This is some of the participants of the show. From left is Cheyza, Hayley, Linda, Richard and Michele. Yeah, I think I've watched too much of them. 

It's a relatively new show, and I must admit, there are a lot of good points of this show. It raises people's awareness that there are some people out there who loves to clean and there are some who are the total opposites. Also, there is a reason why someone is the way they are.

For example, Michele on the furthest right of the picture is a bleach addict. She LOVES bleach. She would use up to 2 bottles of day to clean, and boy does she love cleaning. 60 hours a week. Wow. That's like what, quarter of a week spend on just CLEANING.

Up till then I've realized that I am not so OCD as I thought I am. Sure, I might have the bad habit of arranging the videos at the video stores alphabetically or feeling annoyed when my pens and pencils are not aligned properly when I'm getting ready for a test, but I guess that's just me.

Anyway, till then.

Bob.

So today I went to the salon to cut my hair. Of course, what else can I do? I can't possible have a cooking competition going on in a salon.. Or can I? Teehee. I cut my hair really short now.. It's called a bob hairstyle. I look cute. *grin*. It felt so good, seeing all those curls falling off my shoulder. A bit nostalgic too.. Thinking of all the good times we had in the shower.. Teehee. I'm kidding. Good riddance. My head felt so light that I might just float to cloud 9. *whee*

I had sushi with my friend at the harbor. Something I haven't done in ages.. The last time I remembered spending some time with friends at the same place was last year.. And that was during some religious activity that I joined just for the fun of it. We watched the sunrise, and thanked God for another day of living on this planet we called Earth.

Moving on.

I'm going to bed now. So far, I haven't ruin my diet yet. Let's just hope it'll all goes well till I lost at least some weight. Ugh.

Anyway, till then.

Diet.

Before I went to bed yesterday, I've downloaded a new app in my phone. It's call 'EasyDietDiary', and believe, it is really easy. You can key in details about what you eat and how many calories and shit like that. Now what makes it more special than the other crappy app that claims to be doing a good job in monitoring what you eat is that this app contains the list of food available in Australia and NZ. That means I don't have to struggle to key in the data, I just scan the barcode and *poof*! I got it.

So this morning, while cooking some congee for dinner since I'm going out for some haircut and grocery shopping, I went around my kitchen and just snap on the barcodes of the food that I've eaten. One word: Amazing. I am so excited over the fact that most of the things in my kitchen are recognized by the app, and if they don't recognized it, they offer you to add into their food library. This is so awesome.

However, I still have to keep in mind that I can't lose weight with just that app. I need to put in the effort, and have motivation to keep on going until I reached my ideal goal: 60Kg. Don't try and guess my current weight, I'm really heavy. Especially after I let myself go quite often this year. To be honest, I'm scared of going back to who I was before. Big, fat, heavy, and I just felt like a blob all the time. So now, every time I look into the mirror, I'll be like... "Oh God.. Why Lily.. Whhhhyyyyyy..."

So let's hope that this time, my diet plan will work. I have my calorie figure that I need to adhere to, I know I need to do more exercise and I will do more exercise. I will change, for the better. Not just because I want to be thin, but I want to be healthy. I want to feel good and look great when slipping into a beautiful dress, knowing that I didn't starve myself to get to that point. Let's just see how it goes.

Anyway, till then.

Friends.

Some friends are just people who you can have decent conversation, yet they don't really get you, and neither do you understand them. Some of them are people who offers friendship because they want something from you, yet are reluctant to offer what they have.

Now what is the definition of friends?

Someone you can trust? Someone who choose to be with you through thick or thin (out of their own free will)? Someone who knows and understands you, accepts you for who you are and don't judge you ( and if they do, they keep their judgements to themselves and don't treat you the way they judge you)?

Such people don't exist. And if they do, they'll be like the rarest creature on earth. Seriously. Name me the people in your life who would stay by your side and wouldn't run away even when you said you've killed ten people. Or who would still lend you money even though he/she knows that you're going to use it to buy stupid things on Ebay.

Lucky me, I found some of those rare human beings, and made friends with them. One of them is my love, my soulmate. He completes me. And I'm not just saying this because I love him or anything, but he really does complete me. And I complete him too. He's a person who relies on logic and reasoning, while I am more on my instincts and my emotion. He's simple, and I'm complicated. He looks at the bigger picture, while I focus on the details. Such complete opposites, both of us, yet together we are one.

Another is a simple girl, humble and really nice. She would give and give, and never ask for anything back. She understands me and care for me, and I do the same for her. I would say she's one in a million, and she deserve all the greatness in the world. Really.

Anyway, till then.

Pilot.

First post of the blog will usually be something about the creation of the blog or something about me. Or that's how it is typically. I've named this 'Pilot', as this will be the first post that will help you decide if this blog is worth reading or following. To be honest, I'm just writing for fun. I need a hobby, and whatever hobbies I have before are becoming more dormant and uninteresting as time goes by. This is my second blog now. The first one died, just like that. There might be some hope in reviving it... But i prefer not to look into that path.. I just want to start new. That blog will serve as a reminder of the past, as a lesson that I will always need to learn from, improve myself and move on into becoming a better person.

Moving on.

I miss writing. I never thought I'll miss it, but I really do. I miss the traditional way of writing or the modern way of writing. I love to write with my mechanical pencil as much as I love to type on my laptop. It doesn't matter what I write, be it just scribbles or nonsense.. Writing makes me happy. You're free to express yourself and you can take as much time as you want to think about the right words that best describe how you feel or what you are doing. Don't you think so?

Speaking of writing, they say one's writing can reflect one's personality. I know that back in my first year at university, I once helped a friend with his essay. When another friend who knew me for quite sometime read his essay (she doesn't know that I wrote it), she immediately knew that I wrote that. And when I asked her how on earth can she tell, she just shrugged and said "It just sound like you." Quite interesting I must say.

Anyway, till then.