The Longest Post in the History of Long Blog Post

Hi. Its Hannah incase you've forgotten. Holidays are in, and, yes, finally I am able to turn on the blasted internet! -- well, sorta. The connection is still as lousy as ever, and even now, as I'm typing this, the fear that the internet connection will somehow disable and I will be forced to retype everything I just did does not linger.

Anyways, I know I haven't been able to post much beforehand. Fact is, my daily ritual of five-hour naps and 11 hours surfing the net are (hopefully) long gone. I've been pushing myself -- for these past few days, atleast -- to wake up and get something done, eversince I had seen this episode of Oprah (what the hell are you looking at?!). Now I'm busy tending to my new (sort of. I got her a few months back) pet rabbit, Molly Mols Mo-Moi Velveteen Spotter (we had difficulty picking one name), who, at this moment, is going through rabbit pregnancy. But, hey, we'll get to THAT later. Today, let me tell you about a little thing that happened to myself, my father, and both my sisters during an unplanned trip to KLCC...

The story begins on a stormy Wednesday night... Well, not really. It was actually a Sunday afternoon and the sun was actually high and generous -- but, hey! A story this dramatic demands a cliche' opening.

So, ahem, back to my story...

The time was 9pm (1pm actual time). The day was Wednesday (Sunday). The scene? Dark clouds loomed over local sky-scrapers, their bellies filled with the prospect of rain. Lighting was shearing through the sky. The earth was growling; almost as if it were alive; like a wild cat, ready to pounce on its prey... us...

Too dramatic?

Okay, fine.

It was a sunny afternoon. My mum had been to a fashion show my aunt was participating (do people "participate in fashion shows? Maybe I should have used the word, "involved" instead. Yeah. That sounds more right) -- ahem -- INVOLVED in. For some reason, my sisters and I were forced to stay back with my dad. We waited for about 3 hours or so before we decided to pick my mum up from the mall. So, off we went. Into the heart of the big (small, in international sizes, I suppose) city. My sisters were chatting happily. Everything was hunky-dory when...

BOOM!

We were stuck in some sort of escape route somewhere inside the mall.

Frustrated, pissed, and a little bit (yes, I admit it) worried, my dad phoned for help (he called mum). A couple who had innoccently followed us in (Note to Readers: NEVER follow me/any members of my family through suspicious looking doors) were trapped along side us. Red-faced and sweating after walking for (what seemed to me) like miles, I paced the staircase along with my sister.

The other guy who was stuck with us (the boyfriend of the girl who, together, made up a couple -- so sue me, I'm bad at this) broke the emergency phone in a, might I choose to express, very heroic way to most probably woo his ecstatic girlfriend, before phoning the security guards.

A while later and we were out and about. With such trivial matters out of my mind, I was then able to focus intently on much more important matters -- like, SHOPPING!

Cough. Seriously folks. I kid.

However, I DID manage to bag myself these awesome pair of jeans/trousers/whatever-you-call-it-it's-meant-for-the-legs from RadioActive, and a totally rockin' (wait for it) book called The Black Tattoo.

Now, I have a great hat, trousers, shirt and over-shirt (jacket?) to add to my collection of odds-and-ends-found-in-my-closet. All I really need to complete this look would be... hmm... the BODY to fit it in.

I have to, unfortunately, lose a few pounds before I'm able to actually go in public without freaking out ever again, so I've (and my mother, I expect) taken the liberty of charging myself with a tone of work to do during the holidays. And not just the sleep-and-eat type work either. The eat-right-stay-fit-exercise-carry a bunch of heavy stuff around type work.

Sounds like the end is coming, now, doesn't it? This, you may say to yourself, would be the perfect time to spring out of the little hidey-hole and yell, "P'unked!", but I'm actually pretty darned serious. The only matter now would be how long I'd actually be sticking to this, "brilliant scheme" of mine.

And did I tell ya what happened AFTER the trip to KLCC?

At home, after a bath and PJs, I found my baby bun, Molly-Mol, was busy pulling fur out of my mother's poor, distressed old sheep rug. We (by we, I mean my sister and I) thought of it as nothing at first, but we soon found Molly to be sneaking these globs of stolen fur into a little "hidey-hole" of her own.

Molly was pregnant and was busy building a nest!!

You can't believe how terribly scared I was. I actually sat there, downstairs, til after midnight, thinking of ways to deal with Molly's new litter. I was -- picture this -- literally running, "O.M.G., O.M.G.!" all night before my mother decided to lend me the idea of buying a new pet cage and leaving M0ls outdoors to build a nest.

God. I was actually so relieved with the idea, that I actually didn't mind the snide comment that came free with the help, "Can't you do anything without my help? Honestly. You're just like your dad. Try to think a little, why don't you!"

The next day (day after the day I went to KLCC. Tuesday, for short), I pujuk-ed my dad to buy Mols a new pet cage. I actually bargained my allowance for the whole year -- plus my birthday cash and raya money! -- for a cage. So, yes, finally, he succumbed, and by the day after, Molly had gotten herself a new cage, new carrier, new food-bowl, new bedding, AND new flea-spray, which cost me about.... say, RM245?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Now, folks, I am a hundred and one percent B.R.O.K.E. Not to mention, sweating like a pig. We were forced to clear out, mop, dry, sweep, re-arrange, sort-through the pile of junk we had dumped on our porch just to find a suitable place for the darned cage. I hope you're happy, Mols!!

But, seriously, folks. I'm fine with it. I'll spend 245 and more for my baby bun, Molly-Mols -- which is, might I add, almost the complete opposite of how Hajer treats her rabbit, Bilbo a-Bil A-BoBo' Bil (Bilbo has many names, and, just like Molly, we couldn't decide a proper one). With Bilbo, its all about the discipline. If Bilbo's on the couch, it'll get a shoutin' and immediately a pull down to the floor. If Bilbo decides to chew of newspaper, Hajer will make sure it gets its punishment. Not to mention, she almost always talks about cooking rabbit in front of the strangely intelligent yet highly nonchalant rabbit.

Now, Molly, however, is pretty much trained to come when called. She doesn't bite and almost never grunts or charges. She doesn't jump on furniture and she loves to play. She flops almost every day, though she is afraid of Hajer and she DOES have her cons.

Wanna know about her downsides? Well, me neither. I've gotta save and post this thing up before I reach I go overly overboard (which, I bet, I all ready have).

Hate to end it so abrubtly after SUCH a long post, but, seeya.





PS: I posted in a new amv on YouTube. Its called NejiSakuSasu- Face Down. My username is thenewmastercreater. Rate and comment, folks!

PPS: Thanks a lot for "begging to differ" towards my previous post. Though I still do consider myself a humongous loser, the fact that people know I exist is a prize all in its own (beggars, after all, can't be choosers).