Mood: Gloomy

Colored my hair black~! ↓

… And loving it~!

Although I initially wanted to let my natural hair color grow out, I couldn’t stand my unnatural orange tips. 

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Good night~♥

Mood: Crabby

Hey~lo!

This is Ms Aya who hasn’t blogged since the start of April! 

Everyone is fine and dandy, I hope. <´•ω•`>

Well I haven’t been blogging and tweeting much because there aren’t many happenings on my side. Sure, there were a little this and that to complaint about but — I’m cutting down on bitching. (Laughs)

It’s not good for the heart and mind. <-__->lll

Ever since the beginning of April, I’ve been letting my temper flare over trivial issues. My temper is becoming shorter by day therefore, for others’ sake, I’m avoiding social interaction. In this state, I might err and ruin my bonds with others, right?

Speaking of bonds with people, my mother and I seem to be the outcast of our neighborhood.

My neighborhood formed a community whereby the residents hold meetings to discuss the wellbeing of the area once in awhile. And every month, we are to pay a fee for the security service.

My family has never attended the meetings (we happened to be out) however, we never neglected to pay our monthly fees. At first, most of the neighbors were really friendly and would wave or at least smile when they see us.

But ever since the ticked off I had with Golden’s master (let’s just identify him as Mr L), the neighbors became a lil cold towards us.

I understand if Mr L gives me the cold shoulders, so as the other dog owners that I gave a piece of my mind. As for the rest? I have no idea why the change of heart. <=__=>

Last week, I saw all the neighbors in our row shifted their rubbish bins across the road. By ‘default’, we keep our rubbish bins in front of our house, correct?

So my mum and I wondered if this was a strict order by the town council or by our community? And is it compulsory for all houses to do so? We were oblivious.

Then the other day, my mother went over to pass some books to the only neighbor we have good ties with and asked about the rubbish bins. Mrs P told us that it was the community’s idea to place the bins across the road so that if the crows were to peck on the garbage, they are spared from the stench.

You see, our area has lots of crows that prey on our garbage and as a result, the rubbish spills and scatters all over our front gate.

Mrs P said she and her husband was wondering how come our bin was not shifted and thought maybe we just didn’t want to relocate it.

I don’t know what my mother told her but when my mother got back, she said she felt a bit sore that we were not informed, whether we would have followed or not — we were left in the dark.

Anyway, we’re guessing that Mr L has been poisoning the other neighbors about us. He is an active member and is quite close to the acting head of the community. He talks a lot to the other neighbors too.

However…

I won’t accuse Mr L for instigating this coldness. It’s just that.. knowing groups and communities, politics are always played in this field.

In every community, there’s always a hierarchy in which you have to climb to gain approval, respect and authority on others. To reach to the top, you have to be a role model..and kiss butts to win favors. Also, pick on the under dogs, bad mouth them just to make themselves look better. <-__->

In any case, we do not know what is going on therefore, we shall not make any accusations — yet.

…I do hope Mr L isn’t so low to gossip like a c*nt. 

For now, let’s talk about groups and communities — in general.

What do you think about groups and people who play politics?

Have you been ostracized from a group just because 1 person didn’t like you and the rest just followed?

What makes a group strong in bondage and what rips them apart?

Do you like to be part of a club?

Personally, I am not much of a gang person — more of an individualist. I do think it’s fun and healthy to do activities in numbers and how complete one can feel to have that sense of belonging. Other than this, I do not know much so.. you tell this black sheep. (Laughs)

What’s it like? <.__.>

I shall close this entry with a photo that is– absolutely unconnected to the topic. (Laughs)

Baa-bai~

Mood: Mischevious

Yo~oh~

Do you see sheep? (Laughs) <—ω—> ↓

Imagine if there is a magical sheep in a pond somewhere — a sheep that can grant wishes~!

Well of course you must give a token to this mysterious sheep in exchange for a blessing. <—ω—>/

Just so you know — sheep isn’t keen on food as a gift. Er…. Japanese food is fine but no other because this sheep is on a weight watch! <TAT> (Laughs nervously)

So…

Please give sheep money, meaningful gifts or something antique~! (Laughs) 

In return…I shall…. 

I shall…. 

Well IF you ever find this secret pond and magical sheep, only then we’ll discuss your wishes! 

Alrighty, dumb jokes aside.

You’re seeing the new home for the kura-kuras (tortoise).

My brother loves his pet tortoise very much and because we have quite a lot of them, tanks can no longer accommodate the growing green creatures!

↑ Brother carries over Sir Frantic Kura to survey its new home (in its preliminary state).

My mum said since we’re building a pond with a small water fountain, we should also include a grotto for Mother Mary to dwell in. <^-^>

So yea, a new addition to the house. <^∀^>

By the way, this month is our 1st anniversary in this house. Y~ay!

Some of you have been following my blog since a long time now and has seen this house when it was empty and grassless, remember?

Well that said, thank you for being my companion for this long! 

Thank you darlings~

PS: Do you know of any fishes that can co-exist peacefully with tortoise? Mum wants to rear fishes but we aren’t sure what kind can get along fine with tortoises.. Suggestions, anyone? Thank you~

PPS: Out of curiosity… If sheep could grant you wishes, what would you give to me..and what would you ask from me? <.__.>

Mood: High in spirits!

Today, mum and I went to town for dinner.

At the entrance of the shopping plaza, there was a huge man — just standing in the middle of the path looking rather lost and dumbfounded. That figure was awfully familiar to me as I felt I’ve seen him somewhere, some place.

Just as we passed by this man, he saw me — eye-to-eye — in a very disturbing manner.

Mum and I then took the escalator to the second floor, went in to a restaurant, sat ourselves down and browsed through the menu. To my surprise, I saw this man again — now staring awkwardly across the window!

“Did he come all the way up here?” I pondered. “What for?”

He kept looking at me and even tried to enter the restaurant but he was prevented by the waiters. This man then hung around outside the restaurant until he was later shooed by other shop keepers.

I asked mum if she noticed this man when we first entered the plaza and indeed she has. Mum said it was hard to miss because he was big in size and something about him didn’t seem right. She also noticed that he was fixated on us awhile back.

It was then I decided to tell her that I saw this man before and he stalked me once.

It was in year 2008, I was hanging out in a shopping complex. As I was walking around, I saw a huge man walking aimlessly and each time he was about to approach somebody, I noticed they pulled away from him and staffs at the shops were trying to keep him out.

From what I could tell, this man was trying to ask something from people but no one heeded him.

Observing the way he moved and the looks on his face, he seemed deranged and — just not right. Sorry to say but he kind of look like Debilitas from the game Haunting Ground. 

I kept my distance and continued my walk however, he begun to call after me and followed me around. I shook my head and sped up my pace because I really didn’t want to get involved with whatever this man was up to. First of all from what I could make out, he speaks Chinese; a language which I’m a stranger to. Secondly and most important of all — He behaved mentally unstable!

In that day alone, I made so many detours and when he somehow found me, he came after me. There were so many people in the complex but he kept coming after me! 

Even the last minute I hopped into the car, he was there — watching me leave! 

I didn’t tell anybody about this incident because I felt there was nothing to be alarmed. And ever since then, I didn’t encounter this man… Well…Until today. <x__x>

This isn’t the first time I’ve been stalked by a stranger on foot. There were a couple more incidents. One of them was my neighbor. Also in year 2008, this old man moved next door to my house. He doesn’t have a very pleasant face and I’d say, girls will be afraid of him because he has that I-am-a-cheeky-old-man written all over his face.

Despite his unpleasant exterior, he appeared to be getting along well with the neighbors. He also talked to me but I kept our conversation at minimal simply because I didn’t find chatting with him interesting nor benefiting.

Then it came to a point when each time I take Auwlithe out for his walk, this old man would also come out at the same time and wait for me at the feet of our neighborhood stretch.

You see, when I’m about to go home, I have to go pass him and he always stopped me for a pointless conversation. In addition when he couldn’t get me on the spot, he resorted to calling my house phone (which I never once entertained upon seeing his number).

As time went by, I noticed he doesn’t wait at the feet of the neighborhood anymore but further from it. So far that our neighbors would not be able to see us chatting. Suspecting this man was up to something, I then took another route back home — a route which he won’t be able to see me and my dog at all.

I got home and told mum to hide Auwlithe inside the house while I peeped outside. Minutes later, I saw the old man checking in my house compound every now and then. It was very suspicious of him to do that!

I told mum what I suspected and she felt the same. She then told me to wait inside while she go out and pretend to talk to this man casually.

When she got out and greeted him, he just shrugged and walked elsewhere.

Let’s say — This neighbor of mine was concerned about my safety. He would have told my mother that he did not see me returning home with my dog (Auwlithe and I hid in the house until late at night). Shouldn’t he said something about our whereabouts? Instead, he avoided my mother.

Anyway the next morning, my mother informed the other neighbors about this man’s suspicious behavior and whenever I went out for a walk, they faithfully came outside and monitored me. They noticed that ever since they came out during the time I go for walks, the man would just stay at home.

This went on for a couple of weeks and we soon realized he was nowhere to be seen. One of my neighbors asked the household members where he has gone to and what do you know?

— He was sent to prison. 

As well as his son. 

Their crime remains a mystery.

When we all found out about this, we were glad they were taken away.

I mean — Who likes living next to a criminal, right? 

Oh well… This is sheep’s encounter with stalkers. Not sure if I can call them stalkers because they weren’t so obsessed to the point of hanging outside my house 24 hours. But I can say they are creeps! 

I don’t know what I did to have become a creep magnet but — as mum has put it, all this is because I always go out alone hence an easy and vulnerable target for stalkers. 

Mmm…. 

Sheep…

…Always…

…..Alone…

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(Laughs)

Alright! Enough about sheep’s stories~☆! \<^∀^>/

What about you? <^ω^>

Have you been stalked by a creep before?

Offline? Online?

What were your feelings and how did you overcome it?

What do you think were their intentions?

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\<^ε^> Baa-bai~ *Muacks*