Max The Cat, And 5- Year-Old Me

I was a lot different when I was five. A LOT different. I didn’t like pop music, pizza, and was ecstatic at the mentions of “pretty dresses”. As for the latter, I’m sure I wasn’t the only one. Since every seven years, we have completely different particles in our body, I’d like to say that I was a completely different person. But I’m not.

I still like fashion, but I also like pizza and listen to pop music at times. I had a bigger imagination when I was 5. How much would I give for it to be that big and vast again? I guess that there is nothing anybody can do about that. It is just the development of the brain.

And then when you grow up, holidays become less exciting. 😦

I remember getting so excited about Christmas presents, but now I’m not that excited about them anymore. To me what counts is seeing family, and how fun it is to wrap the presents.

Max

When I was five, I got my first cat, Max. It was just before Halloween of 2007, and the people at the pet shop didn’t want him to be abused, because apparently people aren’t so nice to black cats around Halloween.

We looked at Max for awhile. He was five months old. My mom picked me up from where I had went after seeing the cat. I got in the backseat of the car, and I heard from the front seat incessant meowing. I had no idea what it was. I couldn’t imagine that it would be a cat. My mom asked me to guess what it was, and I guessed that it was some sort of machine that went “meow”. But it was a cat (Duh!). It was Max, the cat we had looked at at the pet shop. I started making toys for him when we got home. Being a five-year-old, I wasn’t exactly gentle with Max, but I loved him very much nonetheless.

We moved when I was 9. Max decided to pack his bags and settle down in our landlord’s house. I still go to visit Max. He visits me too. For example he came into our backyard this afternoon. He let me pet him. When I see him, I meow, and he meows back. Then, we go on meowing and meowing back and forth until one of us stops, and that’s usually me.

 

 

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2016, Staying Warm, Drafts of Posts

I’m still trying to find a voice for this blog. It isn’t easy, so, instead of shying away from writing, I have to keep reading other blogs, changing appearance, and writing different drafts. Including this draft I have five already. I know. I shouldn’t have five drafts, in a perfect world, I would write something, and publish it, but every writer should know that isn’t how it goes. At least in some circumstances.

So, it’s December 30th, and I hope you are all still on your feet after Christmas. 2015 only has a few days left in its book. All the gifts have been unwrapped, and the radio stations that played Christmas music are playing “regular life” stuff once again, people are using their gift cards, and eating the last of their chocolate.

Oh well. The holiday cheer is gone, and there is frost and cold sun everywhere. My feet have been freezing the past few days.

For some people, Christmas being over is a HUGE RELIEF, and for some people, they sing the blues.

2015

So, now that tomorrow is THE VERY LAST DAY OF 2015, I’ll have to say that it has been pretty rough year. Not personally for me. I didn’t mind it, but for the world, 2015 wasn’t exactly the best year. Well, neither was 2014. I think we had higher hopes for this year. Of course, today or tomorrow, we could possibly get a miracle, so that 2015 wasn’t all that bad, like Islamic State realized their evil sins, and started rebuilding everybody’s homes.

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Unlikeliness scale: (1 being the least unlikely)

So to interpret that scale, the chances of ISIS becoming nice, is off the side of your computer somewhere across the globe. That’s why you can’t see the dot.

Fashion: Staying Warm

Since it has been so cold lately, at least where I live, I have been trying to wear clothes that don’t look completely dorky. It’s obvious that I can’t wear what this woman is wearing (pictured), (if I could that would be awesome), but I can at least try to stay on top of looking normal. nunofeltedjacket

So first of all you have to stay warm. Answer: Thermals.

Wear thermals always during cold weather they will keep you warm. At least wear the bottom part.

Staying in Style. (There are a trillion answers to that, but I’ll list one for keeping warm) Answer: Yoga pants. You can wear them over your thermals, that way, you cannot see that you have thermals. But the sad fact is that, when wearing thermals, you won’t be able to wear jeans.

For tops: Button up blouses are good for a winter look, but not exactly the winter weather. They work well with cardigans. If you wear a cardigan at all times over your shirt, then you will stay warm, and still have that cozy winter look.

Keeping your feet warm: Answer: Boots and Woolen socks

Almost everything looks good with black leather boots. I mean, they are black after all? With boots, you will be able to conceal your socks, and still keep warm, and be able to walk through things you wouldn’t want to walk through when you are wearing sandals.

Daily Life After Christmas

After you’ve been listening to holiday music for the past month, it is hard to adjust to other music. Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Beyoncé, but I doubt that has anything to do with the Christmas music. Her music is a lot different than 40s crooners singing about all the toys kids will get from Santa Claus.

I’m going to finish off with some links to some really awesome blogs I’ve been reading lately.

Lynx

I know people don’t like it when things are misspelled on purpose, but I like lynxes. Actually, all cats in general. Oh, and by the way, when I say “lynx” I’m saying that I’m going to give you some links.

The reason for linking you up to these blogs is that I want everybody’s blogs to be read, we can’t have any unheard bloggers. Everybody’s voice counts.

Joie de vivre

https://sparksinourhearts.wordpress.com

Diary Of A Lonely Girl

 

 

 

 

List #1: Christmas

Pictures of dogs in Santa hats

 

Evergreen needles on the living room floor

Cats attacking the Christmas tree

Advertisements targeted toward people who get exhausted from Christmas

The Nutcracker

Streets rain drenched becoming a fuzzy mirror for headlights.

Birds flying south

 

Red and green sugar cookies

 

Christmas Carols

The Notebook

There was a notebook lying on the table. It was unopened, untitled. It was so available – so ready for its cover to be lifted. What was inside? No one knew. Somebody, somewhere had written in it. It sat in the corner of the empty room.

The temptation of the notebook was inescapable. The presence that surrounded the notion of opening it was overbearing.

Then, a hand reached out and slowly lifted the cover. The contents was no longer a mystery. The first words read:

I have no way of knowing what kind of mysteries are held in my own knowledge, so read, you, not me, know of my personal thoughts.

So the reader read, every warped page, sometimes at night in bed, the old bulb of the lamp flashing dimly on the nightstand. At lunch break at work.

In morning over coffee and scrambled eggs.

But the last page was blank. So the reader picked up a pen, and wrote. Then he closed the book, and left it for someone else to read. On a bench that sat on a cliff overlooking the sea. The notebook would be warped again – now from salt air. And at some point, it would be found by somebody.

But who?

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

Heraclitus

Defining Rain

The tears that keep us alive are not the end, but the beginning. Rain is the force that pounds and washes away. It is the passionate embodiment of energy and emotion.

It comes forth in torrents. The rain is a blessing, cherish it while it lasts.

I’m leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it’s not raining.

Groucho Marx

 

Rain is shining joy and catharsis. Windows open, and rebirth is the successor of desolation, for that is nature’s way.

Joy n. the feeling of happiness and pleasure.

Antonyms: Misery, Sadness

 

You cannot hide from rain. Rain will find you wherever you are. Stuff in earbuds, and close your eyes, as you cower in the closet, but rain is inescapable, for it is part of Earth.

My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.

Al Jarreau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Canvas

I am quite excited, starting a new blog. I love blogging, and WordPress, writing etc. I’ve been writing since I was very young, and plan to keep my current creativity in flow on Raven Wings.

This is my personal blog, and is not about my life, but more a reflection on my life in writing about the world, and everything inside of it.

I am choosing to write short posts, to get the point across, and to expose my readers to some inspiration in their blogging and writing.

I also want to use this online space as a way to express artistry creativity and craft.

 

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

Henry David Thoreau