dominattyrix tredux

lapsing and destruction

So this blogsite had gotten oldy-moldy again. :-(

Needed to get a life, you see... the life of a sloth. Hibernated, partied, goofed off, tried to enjoy my all too brief and hassle-free vacation in 12 long years.

And now summer vacation is officially OVER as we all trooped back to the uni yesterday. Am still in deep denial. Froshies make me sick as they look all too excited about going to college. While I on the other hand, could never get enough of this hiatus.

All I want is to be a bum. :-(

Back to the real world now. I promise to be quicker on the updates. Lots of book purchases, by the way but had very little time to read. Am re-reading Winterson's Oranges are not the Only Fruit though. Very intense. This is what she says:

I want someone who is fierce and will love me til death and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

Hmmm... there's a proverb that says "be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." So who's wishing now? Not me. Am too exhausted to be thinking about such mush right now, I think I'll go read some PTerry instead.

Nothing beats Brit humour, eh? Oh and laughter is my panacea! ;-)

Ashley and Judas

Meet Ashley, Citron's little one. Super CUTE, eh? :-)

I have had cats since college but I never could find out whether they're male or female at kittenhood. It takes months for the genital area to become really prominent anyway... and who cares, really? By default, methinks all kittens are cute, female or male.

To be absolutely PC (politically correct) about it, I refer to all kittens as "she" so let Ashley be a she... for now, atleast.

What a cutey, so adorable!!! I know it's not nice to have "favorites" since there are currently FIVE kittens in the house right now, but I find that I am really drawn to this fruball.

She's a gray and powder white tabby, very "ash-like", hence the name. Gab thinks it is a bit too pa-cute for my taste but what the hell, eh? Ashley is kinda shy, but very huggable. The other day I fell asleep on the couch while cuddling her. She fell asleep on my tummy too. This photo on the left was taken by my sister.

Now, in case you've wondered who Judas is... well, I don't have her photo yet. I mentioned in the previous entry that I have 12 cats and kittens already, right? RIGHT! I really dunno what it is about this house, but it looks like stray cats are loving it here. :-(

Another friend talked about them having a "catdar" or a cat radar, a rip off of the word gaydar (gay+radar), he he he. Is that it, I wonder? Do I really have that smell of a person who's a huge sucker for cats??? And if so, how do I get rid of it? They couldn't resist me too, eh? :-(

Just the other day, another one, a black and white spotted teen-aged cat (approximately 3 months old) made herself feel welcome. Since she is the 13th soon-to-be member of the ever-growing brood, I name her Judas. Now that she's been named, I am certain that she won't be leaving. Never mind that Ponkan and Salmon hate her guts. Catfights!!!

on shopping

I never cared much about shopping.

Not shopping for clothes and such anyway. I know a lot of poeple love to do this. Like, shop til you drop. I have a pal who swears that shopping is very "therapeutic". Whatever!

When I get depressed either I go for a haircut or splurge on books. Well, the past few days even though I wasn't really depressed, I still ended up splurging on books anyway. Got about 15 titles total from different Booksale outlets, and PB. I had to make the most out of the PB sale too which ended last weekend.

Oh and the hair on my head still is intact, by the way he he he. I like having longer hair these days. Something to flip when I have to make a point, you know what I mean? ;-)

Wonderful Gab escorted me around town to go shopping for clothes... something I do only about once or twice a year, tops. And that's just because I needed some new rags for the new school year. I absolutely trust her judgment when it comes to what fits and what's actually bagay with me.

Hmmm... funny word, that: "bagay". That translates to "thing" literally, but then again, when you say to someone, "that is just the very thing for you"... well... you then know it's "bagay" eh?

Got a nifty four-piece suit that I thoroughly enjoyed fitting (and ended up buying). It was such a hot afternoon too... must be about 36 degrees C outside, and even inside the mall, it wasn't chilly as usual. Anyhoo, fitting is always fun, something about dressing and undressing, preening in front of the mirror, and parading around the room in new outfits and knowing you really look good too. Talk about narcissism. Nyahahahar.

Gab made herself very useful as she helps me put on the purple top, silly me I never figured out that there was actually a zipper at the side, no wonder it was so sikip, he he he.

That and the jacket, and the overcoat too and I didn't even break a sweat despite the sweltering heat. I am not the "sweaty" type anyway. Gab was complaining about sweating though and says she's beginning to feel a lot like Tina now, and that I was certaintly beginning to look a lot like Bette. Porma-wise, atleast. Oh and meet Bette Porter... that's her on the left, and that's her usual look.

In case you wondered, Tina and Bette are characters from our favorite series about Hollywood dykes called The L-Word.

But hmmm... I kinda liked the look actually. "Corporate drag" could be a lot of fun, yeah. Wanted to get a tie, suspenders and a fedora too but then that would be really splurging, eh?