ღ Maltese/Aussie & a French last name.
ღ Keep it simple, or complicated. No halfway.
ღ Clay work, and sketching and painting ~
ღ Interior Designing- part of my creative flair
ღ Photography, I love the earth ♥
ღ Camping: In a tent. Screw wet weather.
ღ Cooking- I heart cinnamon & vanilla
ღ Chinese food or KFC ? Seafood-retchable
ღ Travel the world; laugh all you like. [If you have to dream, might aswell dream big]
stories.
i'm Cat by the way
I love writing stories, and reading as many books as possible.
I hang with lots of Asian friends at an all girl school. Fun being the only person with light brown hair and weird hazel eyes.
I am average height, but, being around my friends, I'm tall. Hopefully they'll grow.
I've had a life long dream to learn karate that I'll probably never do, and I have a over topped desire to one day,
when I'm old and have crooked fingers and frown lines, to see a book with my name on it,
to be lying in a dusty corner bookshop. I love reading, and can only hope my writing is half as good as the beautifully inspiring books I've read.
Don't stalk my archives.
I have spent the last couple of day lazing about, sleeping, blowing my nose, and looking like the grudge's cousin in law.
Why?
Because I'm a fucking lady like that ;)
Naw, I'm just sick. It'll go away. If it doesn't, then I probably just die. Cremation, please. I don't want people walking over my dead body; the flowers are to be no flowers, I hate cut flowers. They're so sad. The ashes can be buried in a forest far away from civilization with bluebells everywhere. The people can hold a dandelion each and blow it after a prayer is said.
I realise this is kind of creepy, but its what I want.
Hopefully this all won't happen until I'm a hundred and have a letter from the queen, of course.
Moving on? Okay.
Guys are SO complicated. I mean, they go on about how tricky women are, but its a two way street, really. Everyone's different. Actually, screw that stereotype. And yes, saying women are difficult is a freaking stereotype. 'Women' includes all females, right?
Hmm. Why don't we chalk it up as everyone is difficult in their on fashion. Yeah. Fantastic. I have no idea why I'm on this topic, lmao.
Anyway, I have come to terms with a few things recently:
1) I have terrible control over my inner bitch
2) I have a useless-fact-selective memory
3) I want to cut off my head instead of fighting this wretched flu.
Also a friend of mine is feeling particularly sorry for herself (and I really ought not to be mad) because I ditched out on her yesterday, being sick, and not coming to school.
Plunging on futher, I hate cyber-communication sooo much its becoming a freaking disorder for me. You get cut off all the time; but mainly? You can't convey the necessary aspects a real life conversation has - like tone, body structure, gestures, facial expressions etc. Significant aspects and so many misunderstandings happen all the time. All the time.
I also realise I hate mundanes. Well, people in general.
When I'm watching Ben 10 and it goes on about what young species we are and how under-educated we are - I feel INCLINED to agree to a CARTOON kids show. Does this not go to show how ridiculous we are getting?! For the record, abc3 is the best tv channel there is.
I also get irritated by the fact that a lot of people undermine me, for whatever (valid, I'm sure) reason that is floating around in their head at the time - if you show no interest in me, and don't ask me things or bother to get to know me, don't act all surprised and freaking hurt when you learn something you didn't know about me.
And really, is it such a burden to get to know someone?
Erg. I'm just really sick, and want to go back to school. I need sunlight, friends and stuff to do.
And maybe some theraputic shopping.
Adios,
Le Cat xxx
p.s you know what I like about this blog? Two things; One, that no-one I know in real life reads it - just flitting strangers on the net that happen to come by this blog mistakenly searching for something else. This is like my journal of secret memories. I don't have to hold back, open up, worry about potential gossip, I just talk, and it's all me. Two, the fact that when I'm old and have family I can relive old memories and my childhood through this blog and all my photos. I will have evidence of a happy life... and before I die, I will remember.