Skin Care Delusions

THE THINGS my 16 year old sister brought back from Korea. BB Cream, Emulsions, Toners, Serums. All of these words seem to be in my dictionary. Like a jumble of useless toys, these skin care products in my opinion does nothing for my sister. And yet she gets psyched by anything fancy and Korean made. My frustrations don't normally look appealing toward cosmetic products, but when money is spend unnecessarily, and without much thought and rationale, somehow I get jittery and naggy.


Not wanting to sound like tape recorder, I can only hope soon enough, she learns that money does not come by easily, and earning it rightly is the only way. Yet all she seems to be sucked in by billions of billions of dollars of marketing gimmicks and bigotry, portraying one's beauty as never natural and still, only to be enhanced. Mother defends her by saying its supposed to be shared, thus her words do mellow me often at times. Her noble intentions are clear enough, and she reads me like a book, probably why she doesn't disclose the price many, many products my sister bought.


One with financial background would look at perspectives in a financial way.  I always have a dollar sign stitched to everything I see and buy. Why not? We earn to buy, to buy to stay alive, to stay alive so we can see the world, learn its history, the wounds inflicted, and to patch them up, or we earn to indulge, to glutton, and to forget the appreciation for the sip of air we take as we breath in?


I try not to sound hypocritical and selfish, as I know many great human beings, friends out there who can buy everything but still be as grounded as if they were poor. Friends who earn and live at their means. But not my sister, not her, not when she is still in school, skin as soft as a baby, no labour, no physical pain, no hardship in life. I want to be understanding, forgiving, but as I write this, I cannot help but feel disappointed that she fails to see the intrinsic value of money, something I have been preaching to her since 12, and met little success with. 


I think I'll buy her "Rich Dad, Poor Dad" as her next birthday gift. ;)

Babies are two weeks old!

KITTY PERRY has just experienced her first motherhood. Yes, we did not get her spayed in time. Particularly a sensitive topic at our household, when one finds spaying a costly and somewhat "unnecessary measure" for a stray like Kitty. Two weeks on, and then we realized its the best choice for the long term. 


At a tender young age of 14 days, these young kittens are starting to see the world on their own. Eyelids start to loosen themselves, pupils start to develop and blue eyes appear. Their noses start twitching as they seek to develop their sense of smell. Of them two, Blanche is the quieter, timid one. She barely moves around, unlike Tiger, who gets frisky with his mother. Sometimes when the mother heads out for sips of fresh  air, Tiger would let out meows so loud, we thought a witch is coming. In the end, those meows would trigger soft, subtle, yet worrying meow from the mother as she hurriedly enters into the house, only to be seen running back to her babies, while licking them with a relieved look on her face. It would take us more than a second to look at the times, when these little babies could hardly move a paw or two. 

Blanche and Tiger a few hours after birth.


At this week, we are pretty sure of their genders, Blanche is a girl, Tiger a boy. Just like Kitty, I feel so proud to be guardian to these beautiful specimen of nature and God's creation, which always come back to my extremely offensive and prejudiced nature towards animal abusers. Hoping animal laws in Malaysia would change for the better in the future, at the meantime I will continue doing my part as an animal rescuer.