Hi, My Name is Marvin. I am a Cat.


The title is exactly what he is saying.

Anyways. Just thought I’d add a little somethin’ somethin’ to this boring and dead blog.

I am actually back home. To the country I love. I hated it there. No way I’d be able to stay for a year. Also, I had another blog and was writing about my daily occurances there which included the demon child happenings.  The family found it some how and obv. didn’t like it so here I am! Back home in the great uncrowded country called Canada.  I will never in my life live in the US. If I marry someone, and they get a job there or whatever, they will know that I would not be going with them.

Here are some cat paws to brighten up my mood

Okay. Now that that’s out of the way I can ramble about my favourite food.

SOFT PRETZELS. Oh god I knew I loved them before but now I love them even more. I might be addicted to them. I’m going to make some tomorrow so that I can eat them ALL. And not share. Oh their butter goodness and deliciousness and soft squishy chewiness and butteriness and saltiness and OH GOD I could go on forever in an even longer run on sentence. I love soft pretzels. I have an addiction. I love them. I love love love them.

The end.




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A Change in Life

In 18 days I am leaving. Leaving the country I have loved and called home for the last 19 years and few months of my life. Moving to a country I said I would never want to live in, and yet here I am getting ready to go. I’m sad, really sad to leave. I am going to miss everyone so much! I think that at first, the person I will miss the most and the longest will be the one and only Kevin. The reason behind that would be this: he is a possibly limited thing in my life, and I don’t want to feel like I am cutting it short. Because with my family, they will always be around for me (also limited in a way, but that’s different!) and I just don’t want to be all “what would have happened if I hadn’t left?”. Some people say that distance can bring to people closer together after a while and strengthen the bond between them. We can only wait and see what happens in the end. For now I am trying to enjoy every last minute we have together.  Wait, not trying to, I AM enjoying every last minute we have together. LAHVE!!

*this is the point I always get to when I am writing a new post. I write a small amount and then I just have no more desire to write anymore. Maybe I will continue later in another post.


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My Dog is a Sneaky Jerk

Whenever you see pictures of dogs on tv or on the internet they are always happy, they appear as if they’re smiling. So cute and happy! So I always want to have pictures of that of my dog. I get out the camera when Foster (that’s my dog) is in a happy mood and start taking pictures. This is cute! He looks so cute! So happy! And then when I go to upload the cute pictures of my dog, they aren’t cute at all. He looks so cranky in them. Tired. Sad. Upset. Why is my dog like this! He growls if you pet him too much, or sit beside him when he sleeps. Won’t let you touch his feet unless you say “let me see!” as if you are going to cut his nails. He hates birds. When we had the porcelain christmas village set up last year I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He snuck up to the table really slowly. He was watching me the whole time to make sure I didn’t see and ever so slowly picked up one of the figurines in his mouth and slowly backed away with it and pranced off into the hallway. So silly! He will pull washcloths off the side of the sink and chew holes in them, and will do the same with dish towels to lick them. And the oven mitts too. He opens the garbage can in the bathroom to eat snotty kleenex’s, he tries to lick the cat all the time (who is a cranky bitch and hates him) and he stares at me through my mirror to wake me up at night.

I love him. I love this weirdo jerk dog.

So here are some actual cute pictures of him.




I have way cuter ones but honestly I am too lazy to search through all my pictures right now as my laptop is being mighty slow.

(heart symbol that never shows up unless I copy and paste and I’m too lazy to do that) Taro

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Christmas Wish List

It has been tradition in my family for years to make a Christmas list every year. When we were little it was for Santa, and of course it still is today 😉 But these days we use Christmas to ask for things that we need, and maybe some things that we would like. Christmas is and always has been my favourite holiday. It’s not so much a holiday as it is a feeling though. I love the snow, I love when everything is covered in a thick blanket of fresh white snow, bright lights are shining through, things are decorated with holly and mistletoe, garland, wreathes, I love it all so much. And of course, the Christmas tree. There is nothing better than laying on the ground in the dark with nothing but the lights of the Christmas tree on and having a nap! I always have the best naps that way.

So anyways, this year my Christmas wish list is different. I can’t ask for baking related stuff, I can’t ask for anything big. I am going to be asking for small things that I can take with me and will be useful while I am in North Carolina for a year. And really there are only about 5 things. Some things I know my parents probably will not get me, but it’s fun to have them on your list anyways 🙂

1. uggs1 Grey crochet Uggs. I know they are super comfortable although somewhat ugly haha, but I just want a warm boot that doesn’t need to protect my feet from snow, since where I am going barely has any.

2. berberth This super soft blanket/throw I saw at Quilts Etc. One side is kind of velvety, and the other side is a fake fuzzy fur type thing. So soft and thick. To keep me warm and remind me of home while I am gone!

3. camera The sony cybershot DSCT77 in brown. I’ve read mixed reviews about it so far though..I might change my mind on the model. I would just like a better camera to capture all the fun moments of my year away.

4. earrings These beautiful Swarovski crystal  “Points of Light Moonlight” earrings. Okay, so these won’t be really useful on my trip except for making me sparkle, but I barely have any earrings and I don’t want my ears to close! I just like sparkley simple earrings like this in general 😛      Plus they aren’t made of nickel, so no allergic reaction! I also think they are sooooooo pretty. I know my parents won’t get them for me though. Maybe I will buy them for myself on boxing day 🙂

5.  premierplus5web1 Prepaid International Calling Cards so that I can call home without running up the family’s phone bill!

That’s basically it. I’m sure my mom will think of more useful things for me to bring with me. She always thinks of the important stuff that I forget 🙂


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a Lesson on Compassion

I work in a Video Game Store. We deal with nerds and stupid people. yesterday was no different. I was working with a new guy who asked me every little thing that normal people would know from common sense and watching him do everything was a frustration on it’s own. The guy was a sloth on crack, but instead of doing things faster on crack, he just got slower and slower. On top of that, my feet were tired and kind of hurts. The Job was getting boring and a drag.

So after dealing with handful of stupid people who’ve been misguided about the return policy and annoying children, in walks a retard. No really, she was mentally challenged. She came in enthusiastically greeted me. I couldn’t understand a words she was saying, it pure mumble jumble. At the time I was dealing with a customer with… you guessed it! She wanted to return a game because she was told that she can return everything and anything within 7 days. While I was helping the customer the mentally challenged girl kept talking. She talked loud and unclear. All her words are messed up, I couldn’t make a single word that came out from her mouth. When she talked, saliva squeezes out to her lips in such qualities that I think she’s going to drool. Her big coat was already stain with what I think is drool. Every time when I look at her, the amount of foamy spit in and around her mouth made me wanna puke.

The new guy was talking to her, trying to make out what she was trying to say. He walked around the store showing her things to figure out what she wanted. As she walks around the store, I was afraid that she might come around behind the counter and do some crazy shit, like try to make out with me and if I did comply she would spit her foamy spit on me face. I was annoyed, by the customer who I was helping and by the retard who I couldn’t understand. I wanted all of them out. Finally, I was done dealing with my customer so I started listening and watching the interaction between the new guy and the weird girl. At this point I was a bit touched by the fact that the new guy was so patient with the girl even though he couldn’t understand her. The guy whom I thought was so incompetent and slow had surprised me. I began to see that the girl was not retarded but she had full mental capacity, she just has difficulties communicating her thoughts. The me who wanted her to shut the fuck up and stop bothering us was silenced by the me who asked

You think she wants this? You think she’s having a good time not being understood? How would you feel if you were in that position? You trying your best but people write you off? She’s having thoughts just like everyone else, she just can’t communicate them in a way that you can. So why don’t you get off your fucking high horse of having the ability of communicate effectively and shut the fuck up.

I then started to help to figure out what she was trying to say. She had a friend with her who was better equiped in communication, but she was frustrated and mildly embarassed for all the fuss they were causing. We tried asking her to write it, but her writing wasn’t very legible. So finally her friend went and got their helper. The helper was so fuckin’ paient with her and she reminded her not get frustrated. All we could understand from the girl was that she wanted to give us more money. But for what? Finally we figured out that she wanted to ask about the warranty on the games. She didn’t buy any games, she was just asking about them because I think she wanted to save up for it. Finally she was relieved and she said to her helper “I tried, I tried.” and The helper said “I know, I know. You just wanted to feel independent. You did good!”

I was moved. She taught me so much in that short amount of time. I learned what it meant to be compassionate towards someone. To see that the person is doing their best with all the tools they’ve been given. I learned courage. To stand up and speak up to communicate your needs and desires. To be relentless and push through even when you “feel” you are causing inconvenience to someone. To be honest, people can get over inconvenience, being inconvenient is a temporary state and people can get over it in a heartbeat. I am glad that the new guy had stayed with her for so long. If it was me, I would’ve tried to get rid of her as soon as possible and not listen to her. If that was the case, she probably would’ve felt defeated. So if it means that it would cause me inconvenience for her to feel good that someone understood her, so be it. I think me being annoyed is a small price to pay for her feeling accomplished and having her mini-victory of the day. I am grateful that she came in. I didn’t want to work yesterday and planned to give my shift to someone but now I am super glad that I worked. I don’t even care if I get paid because I think what I learned was so valuable (But I do wanna get paid because I work for a corporate giant and I am gonna squeeze every little penny out of them for every second I’ve contributed to help them make millions).

Lastly, I learned that no matter what Always Try. You never know.


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“Real” Beauty

I just spent the last two hours watching videos on youtube. Videos of photoshop transformations where a really plain or even ugly girl or woman is made into something she clearly is not. Flawless skin, intense sparkling eyes, perfectly shaped body. Videos of models, really skinny models. Videos titled “Real Women” where they were all just fat. And before anyone starts to freak out that I just called the “real women” fat, keep it in for a minute. No, there is nothing wrong with touching up people on photoshop, especially celebrities because there are so many magazines and websites rushing to tell everyone how they really look. Everyone these days knows that hollywood “beauty” is all fake. There are so many models out there who are ridiculously skinny, and yeah some people think it looks good. Yes, there are many models out there, plus sized models, who are big and yeah some people think it looks good. But you know what? It’s not right. I think they are all ugly. Even if someone is the nicest person in the world, has a great personality, a beautiful face. It doesn’t matter, because if they are super skinny, or fat, I will undoubtedly judge them a little bit on that. Sure people can judge me all they want for saying that. But I don’t care. Because in my opinion being really skinny is UNHEALTHY and being fat is UNHEALTHY. Face the facts. Most of these people are doing nothing about it. Nothing to make themselves healthy. I don’t care if they have a “disease”. In my mind, anorexia or bulimia is NOT a “disease”. Do you know what the definition of disease is?

1. a disordered or incorrectly functioning organ, part, structure, or system of the body resulting from the effect of genetic or developmental errors, infection, poisons, nutritional deficiency or imbalance, toxicity, or unfavorable environmental factors; illness; sickness; ailment.

Being retarded and starving yourself because you think you look fat is NOT a disordered or incorrectly functioning organ, part , structure, or system of the body. NO IT’S NOT. It’s because you are retarded and think that for some reason you need to resemble a fucking hat rack. There is nothing wrong with your brain, nothing malfunctioning in your brain telling you that you should not eat. It’s your conscious. Same with people who are fat. Don’t go and blame it on genetics, don’t go and blame it on some sort of “condition” that you have. It’s your fault. You can see yourself. You KNOW that it’s not healthy, yet most overweight people do nothing to try and help themselves. Sure, you can feel completely confidant in how you look and that’s great. But this isn’t about liking your body. This is about being healthy. And if you LIKE your body, shouldn’t you want to do whatever you can to keep it alive for as long as you can? It boggles my mind. If you’re overweight and you are doing something about it, that is GREAT! I won’t judge you as much. But if you are a hat rack or a whale and you are doing nothing about it, don’t fucking complain when you want to commit suicide. Yes, this is harsh. Exercise. Eat properly. Seriously people, it’s not hard. “ohh I don’t have the time…” MAKE THE FUCKING TIME! Do it! Don’t be a lazy piece of shit and get off your ass and exercise. And MAKE the effort to eat properly. It’s not hard. You know how? All you have to do is NOT BUY BAD FOOD. Only buy good stuff! Then you have nothing else to eat and maybe you’ll eat the good food. Jesus christ, I consider myself a healthy eater. I am not overweight, nor am I a hat rack. But when I eat out I feel SO BAD afterwards because I know how much bad stuff was in the food I just ate. I don’t not eat later on to make it up. I just exercise a bit more.

Anyways, I am way off track now. Fat women are NOT real women. Real women are healthy. And take care of themselves.

♥ Taro   (why don’t the stupid hearts work anymore..)

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Taro and Kevo Blogging=Epic Fail

We are horrible bloggers. Horrible. What a pittiful blog. There is nothing here to read! Sure we get views on our (sorry, I should say MY) posts but you know….we (I) should write more!

Well. Here’s what has gone down in my life. I was told I was removed from my program at college but when I called to get my money back the lady on the phone told me I was confirmed and should be attending classes. I am currently working on getting my money back. I got laid off at work.  I don’t want to be a pastry chef anymore. I feel lost with life a little bit. I kissed Kevo. Many times. Many places. I found a program I am really interested in and want to apply for. Au pairing. In the USA though, not somewhere interesting yet. Maybe next time. I just want to try it out first before going anywhere really far away from home. I have an interview this Sunday in Toronto for it. I am still trying to get my references. I am starting a new blog about my journey. If I don’t get accepted to the program then I will delete the blog.

♥ Taro Bear

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