Thoughtful Nutmeg

Meow Meow Mode


Dagnabbit! I’ve been stuck in Meow Meow Mode for the last month and a bit! Quickly, someone knock some sense into me!


Yes, what WOULD he do?

Wow, it’s still ONLY 4:55pm?!?! The days seems to have slowed down dramatically since yesterday. Came home around 3:10pm, took a nap and some house washers outside stirred (like Frantically Stirring [wink]) me from my nap. So I was half-napping {meow}. Checked the time a few times, and wow, so slow.

Right, that was informative. Just got off MSN with Albert. Sounds gross doesn’t it? No, I didn’t ‘get off’ with him, I logged off from conversing with him. [sigh]

Yes, so I am stuck in Meow Meow Mode. Can somebody please help me? I’m embarrassed to explain what Meow Meow Mode means, but I guess it would help if I do. [sigh] {meow} [rubs nose]

I have this um, yes, this thing and so it’s been going on since around July 2005, and so since I have this thing for so long, and this thing became a big part of my life (oddly), it’s still stuck in my mentality even afterwards. {meow} I don’t know how to get rid of it. It has become an obssession. Ah, she warned me about it, but what was I supposed to do? Reverse the obssession? It was pretty difficult, especially when she allowed things to happen – which is weird altogether, to say the least.

If you’re wondering why it seems like it only started in this entry, it’s because I haven’t actually added the “meow meows” visually. Wouldn’t I look pretty silly with all these “meow meows” in my entries? Not that I am not already silly having an open blog about my emotions and thoughts. [sigh]

{meow meow?} [twitches nose]

[comes back from dinner]

Ah stressful desperation, or rather desperation for alcohol for a stressful day/evening. I went through my blue book and called up all the people I want to go out to have a drink with. Alas, they’re either not home or busy, or still at work. So I looked into my black book and called Dave, who in turn gave his phone to Cygnie.

Ah Lord Cygnie of Hong Kong. 8] I told myself after I hung up, “Nope, I’m not doing any work for him!” This guy looks like a cheap business man too cheap to buy clothes that don’t have holes, but makes over 10k a month.

Is that kittens I hear in the near distance?

So I’m going to head over to his house around 8pm tonight. 2 hours to go. So what am I going to do in the next 2 hours? Cycle? Are you kidding me?!?! I think I over-did my cycling in the last couple of days. My legs aren’t thicker, no, but I feel that they have become much harder… Two months ago, I could barely ride 2 kilometres without fatigue (mainly due to not taking my shots). Today, I can ride 20 kilometres without stopping. Mind you, I’ll be breathing hard like Doggy Meow at the end of my schlong. [ahem]

To celebrate this occasion…


In a past life, I was a potato too.

Wait, I’m going off topic again. OH CRAP! I’m going into the domain of questionable people. Ah that is the life of the drunkard. The past seems to always linger like the shadows that are ‘cursed’ to be with us forever.

So what should I do about the Meow Meow Mode? I need to pat a girl now! Preferrably an Asian girl with big eyes, a round head, and a cleft on her upper lip. Ahhh! This isn’t good. Not good at all. A drink in two and a half hours at a neutral clan’s household – questionable clansmen. Lady Erica is umm, scary.

I have to admit, though Doggy Meow’s London Patriot (I rather call that particular friend of her’s by that than her real name) can beat me up (and then some), I’m not at all scared of her. Of all the females in this world that I know or knew of, I am only afraid of Lady Erica and Stacy. Shit, I forgot Stacy’s last name!

Lady Erica ‘looks’ like a nice person, but in fact, she is very very very “I will get you and your little doggy too! [cackle]”. Stacy is by far, a hot girl back in 1999/2000 – much hotter than… Anyway, yes, so Stacy is just friggin nuts – her mind is twisted. TWISTED!

Ok I’m going off topic again.

What should I do?!?!?! Laura, quickly come back in 8.5 weeks, so I can go drinking with you! I need a new drinking partner, and Patrick is being defensive about his female friend – forgot her name. That same one who looked at you evilly when you were helping Pat with swimming lessons. [sigh] I don’t believe … Ah, yes, her name is Flora. Pat was supposed to call her, but I am sure he *forgot*. I don’t think he trusts me.

I should feel insulted, but barely. [shakes heads]


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Leemanism is about my views, my thoughts, and my feelings with as little filtering as possible. These concepts are not reflected in the people I value and are associated with. People who accept me, adhere to the parts where we are compatible and tolerate the parts where we are not. So however people perceive me to be, ultimately it obviously doesn't mean the friends I mention in this blog are the same as me. It means it's possible they are similar or the same, as well as different than me. It is highly unusual for people to be completely compatible with each other.

With that out of the way, and to make things clear, I never said I am a good person, nor am I trying to be one, though I would rather live with the empathetic than with the cruel. I would not deliberately do harm. I rather stand up against injustice than to pretend it doesn't exist. However, I understand consequences. The police is there to enforce the law, but not deter crimes from happening. Which means people must do what they must do to protect themselves, before the law of the land takes over and even then, the law of the land isn't there to protect you. It's there to protect the general consensus. Even if you may be right, society may deem you wrong - even most of your friends may side with society, than protect you. The law will almost always side with society.

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