Aaaawww! 

Lost Kitty!

Might as well continue with the ongoing Lost theme.

This week-end, spent quite a lot of time alone, well, most of it with my mother. As father and brothers gone out and sister...well, with boyfriend all week-end.
(Which made me realised am not such a pitiful scarredy-cat after all, since have managed to sleep three whole nights all by myself in dark apartment without having a thought of Chucky and/or Grudge lurking in my room.)

Am very proud of self. Speaking of Chucky, I absolutely hate to admit it, but I need to see "Seed of Chucky". Have learned that Billy (Pippin) Boyd is the voice of Chucky's kid and that he makes an excellent and funny job of it. I love this guy.

Ok, on with the subject. I come in front of my building on Saturday night (Back from seeing "Without a paddle", because what is a week-end without a movie??) And just as I am about to go in, I see this cute and I mean CUTE little kitten coming to me. He is alone! He doesn't have a collar! He purrs and looks at me with big shinny eyes in manner of Shrek's Puss in Boots!

What was I, the cat-lover, to do? It was cold and windy and rainy outside, and to make it worst, he was following me. Couldn't resist, absolutely no way could have slept knowing that Puss in Boots was outside in the rain.
So took him in, looked so happy to be inside. Gibril and Pixy looked like a mixture of being annoyed, curious and very surprised, smelling Kitty's bottom every time they could. And Gibril kept gently poking at him as if it were some strange unidentified thing.

At least, kitty didn't seem to mind.
So he spent the night with us (me and cats) and looked quite content, purring and rolling into a ball next to me. But the next morning, knew I had to let him go and give him chance to find own home. As much as it broke my heart, had to let him out, and it was raining!! Grrr! Said to myself that if I came back later and kitty was still there, would adopt it. Happily, it was not. I just hope it has found it's home. Poor thing.

Apartment is: Really cleaning. Felt like responsible house-keeper yesterday and everything is
clean. Can't rely on sister anymore, like she isn't living here.
Cats are: happy to be alone and not in competition with cute Kitty.
Hair is: slowly growing, and still reasonably soft. Good
Outside is : V. Cold!!!
Christmas shopping is : Not started!!! God! Must start! At least have a few ideas.

Lost!

No, not only the TV show, although I do love it! But more importantly my wallet!

Woke up yesterday morning, feeling all chirpy and singing along to *whispers* Britney spears...
What?! Who can honestly say that "My Prerogative" isn't catchy. (For my defense, was back to Tori Amos this morning.)

So was all happy and dancing around, for once would be in time and not running to catch bus. Two minutes before passing door of apartment, I look in my wallet to find my bus card...and ...well, the wallet was not there!
Literally turned my purse, (which is a big bag in which stuff may be easily lost), inside-out. Was frantic. Where was wallet!!??

Started imagining all kind of scenarios in which would have to call for every lost cards (and god knows there are many) and , ugh! had lost twenty bucks, which is very precious since Christmas is coming soon. (and brothers are getting too old to get them only candy)

So obviously, to my shame, had to call mom to the rescue, well, couldn't go to work on foot. While was waiting for her, looked everywhere in apartment, who knows, maybe the faes had a problem with me that day. But was not anywhere. Anyone who has lost their wallet knows what I mean, except it is ten times worst with me, for I am a professional panicker. What if I have left in on the bus??? That would be stupid of me, but things happen...No, surely, they would have called! Unless someone took it before they found it, suddenly remembered all weirdos/freaks I have seen on bus...

So mom picked me up, and ran into house looking for wallet, thinking maybe had left it there. Had not. So desperately called bus company. Friendly Lady asked name, address, phone number, etc, talked for about 5 minutes, then told her what have lost, logically, should have done so at beginning of conversation. Because SHE HAD IT!
Shrieked with joy, friendly lady was laughing, but hey, it was wallet after all, not mittens or something. Was so relieved, adrenaline rushing as if I had just finished a very stressing exam, or worse oral exam.

So all is well, am holding dearly to wallet now in manner of cherished family heirloom, checking if it's still there every few minutes. Will never take it for granted again!

Apartment is : absolutely disastrous. Sister is too occupied with new boyfriend, so have to
take over cleaning duties, as only single one.
Cats are: taking a liking to me, since their mistress has somebody else to stroke
Hair is: behaving well enough, have even gone out of house without hat, looking less like hobbit.
Christmas shopping is: tragically not started

crazy fools 

Pianos, Butt-Heads and Photo-Boots...

So I'm taking the bus now....everyday. And frankly, I like it. But I realised that one can never know what weird people are unless they have taken the bus regularly.

A few days ago, their was that psycho-looking guy, who was on the run from, (get that) "Indians" that were after him. He showed everyone a "scar" on his head, supposedly made by the nasty Indians three days ago. Because of course, a scar can be made in three days. Nobody dared to point it out, since the guy seemed ready to explode. On top of that, he was carrying a huge suspect bag and was nervously playing with the handles as I started to look for the nearest emergency exists.

Then there is those two guys that I see at the bus station, dressed in black in what looks like a "want-to be-cool-and-kick-ass-but am-really-not" style. Always together, about 16-17 years old, pimply.
They seem to think that only they exist in the world, or at least, only they are important. They don't see a problem in passing in front of everyone else in line for the bus, including elderly ladies, when they have arrived last.
After all, they do want their precious places in front of the bus.

And as if that alone isn't enough, they talk a lot and LOUDLY! Geez, is it necessary that everybody ears what you have to say, especially when the only things to come out of your mouths are idiotic babble?

I swear, it's like a real-life version of the Beavis and Butt-head show. The conversation ranges from how pissed they were that the latest video-game wasn't at the video-store to what they will do and how many hot chicks they will do when they are millionaires.
Fortunately, most of the time, I can be concentrated enough on the book I'm reading to block them out of my head almost completely.

These days, I'm really into Tori Amos, (might be the red hair.) And when am into Tori, am into piano, naturally. I see that beautiful ancient piano sitting un-utilised in the living room at my parent's house. Would really love to be able to play it like Tori, all passionate and artistic genius-like.

Have found that website where you can learn piano, think I will try it. Need way of expressing myself other then drawing, music is so powerful.

Sister and I were feeling quite photogenic and crazy last Friday, so we decided to have fun in a photo-boot. Making all kind of moronic faces and such. Did you know? Those little black curtains they have to close the boots? They are really not that useful.

As we were both trying to balance on that tiny little bench fit for a kid and trying to make faces at the camera, we were hearing giggles from outside the boot, we were so happy to have that precious little curtain to shield us from the hostile/mocking outside world while we were looking messed in the head. Not so! To our complete horror, we then realised that said curtain is quite transparent. Felt like fools, but it was fun anyway. I will even post the results on here (I'm the crazy girl on the right, yes, that was pre-red-hair.)

Apartment is: well, will clean up tonight
Cats are: Gibril has unexpectedly taken a liking to my hair, as in, trying to eat it
while I sleep.
Nmb of days for Bridget Jones 2 : 2!!!Hurra! Can't wait!!

The Girl who didn't have Self-Control

Why yes, that would be me.

Remember? I was all resolute not to dye hair on Friday night, even managed to keep resolution ....until this fatal Sunday morning.

Was having breakfast (yes, restaurant, but not cheap greasy one) with sister, left apartment in the morning feeling pretty darn good about hair and being able to keep it one found-in-nature color for three whole months.

As we were waiting for yummy pancakes to be ready (do try the cheddar and apple one, by the way!) conversation started to slowly drift from the yumminess of pancakes to the dreaded subject of...Hair.

One thing leads to another and within minutes we were both convinced that something must be done about our hair.
It started quite innocently, we both wanted to make it closer to our natural color. So we went back to the apartment to discuss it...and found a particularly fetching picture of Cameron Diaz's awesome short blond hair. Images of myself looking like a golden-goddess flashed in my head, I know the same happened to sis, because that one picture convinced both of us in less then a split-second, that bleaching would indeed be a very nice and logical idea.

So we went to the drugstore, feeling a twinge of guilt but very determinate.
I was looking at various ash-blond shades with sister when something caught the corner of my eye....yes, those:
The fiery, sexy, red-tones. As suddenly as I wanted to be blond in the first place, I got that irresistible urge to go Red.
Never taught twice about it and at the end of the day, my hair was red, and Janie was very blond.

Only she doesn't like the shade, thinks it looks like pee, even if I told her it does look a lot like Nicole Kidman's. She'll probably buy another box today, so much for keeping our hair in good shape.
As for me, I'm pretty happy of results. Is of course less flashy then Tori's but it will give me time to adjust. Must keep it longer then last time (two days should be easy to beat).

Cats are: terrified of flat-iron, one of them even spits at it.
DVD in DVD player: Shrek 2!! How great! There's even a puss-in-boots extra!!

Brown VS Red 

First Temptation

I am a desperate case.
I've been letting my hair grow since August.
Not one time did I use any hair color of any sort.
Been washing it with expensive all-natural mint and thyme shampoo and conditioner.
Been treating it like was the most precious thing in the world.

And now, just as it starts to look less and less like a frightened-hobbit's head, I'm tempted to color them. (Thus ruining them all over again)

What's a girl to do? When all you see in magazines are photos of gorgeous colorful hair and articles on which color should one use for the winter. Yes! Natural brown is beautiful too, but it's so fun to color, I'm an hair-coloring addict.

Keep looking at pictures of gorgeous Liv Tyler, Jennifer Garner, Alanis Morisette, Angelina Jolie and the likes, who all have amazing brown hair. But one look at red-head beauties like Allyson Hannigan, Tori Amos (or better, Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge!) and all my hard work crumbles down to pieces.
It's always been like that, just as soon as my hair starts to look good (at last!) I'm unconditionally attracted to the hair-color aisle in every shop. (The Cinnamon and copper boxes are the strongest it seems...)

What will I do!? To make it worst, I know red hair would suit me well, I've got that fair skin, the green eyes, even some freckles, like I was born to be red!
At least if I knew it would look like crap on me, it would be less tempting. But I know it would look great, the color anyway...the hair would start looking like fright-wig again, because curly hair is very fragile and breaks like burnt-paper.
Must resist, must resist.

Apartment is : Clean! I actually did some cleaning up before leaving this morning, not treating sister like live-in slave anymore.
Cats are: ooh, cold, but they do love our new fuzzy blanket. (As in, love to eat it)
Hair is: pretty good looking (grown a bit more then an inch!!...must resist, must resist)