Kvetch Haven
Before more people misunderstood "KVETCH" as a person name, perhaps I should explain the meaning a little.
Kvetch actaully meant to complain and whine. This blog named "Kvetch Haven" so that I can complain a little, whine a little about life. Of course, this blog will not be solely on constant whinning and complain.
Midnite's Journal -- Part 3
whispered @ Friday, January 27, 2006 by stardusz
I got pretty impatient finding out what vet was and Fion left the house early in the morning leaving me in the cage. I wanted to call out to her not to leave me in the cage as I was feeling terrible but I was too weak to do so.
I tried hard to sleep but my blocked nose prevented me from resting well. My eyes teared a lot too.
Time passed by slowly. Soon I heard the opening of the door and Fion was back. I think it was still early as the light was not switched on.
I heard from the conversation between Fion and her daddy that she planned to bring me to vet today.
Fion put me in a bag and told me to be quiet. I listened to her and tried to be as quiet as possible. I was too weak to make noise.
Not long after, I reached a place that was pretty cold and I saw some other that looked like me but with different fur colour. There was also three giant ones too, however, their looks were somewhat different from me. Their nose were longer and were huge in size and with a large powerful tail that swinged from left to right then left again. I tried to swing my tail too but my tail only made Fion laughed.
"Midnite, owner of Midnite, it her turn," someone called for me and Fion and she picked me up and brought to a table in a room.
There were two strangers, a lady and a young man, wearing a weird coat in purple colour. They called me and I replied them with a weak meow. Then the lady used a tissue to clean my nose and I hated it when my nose was touched so I tried to use my paws to push her away.
The lady was talking to Fion while meddling with something at a cabinet behind the room to prepare something. The young man was holding on to me and it was uncomfortable and I tried to struggle free a few times.
Then something terrible begun to happened. The young man tightened his grip on my neck, making me breatheless and started screaming for Fion and the lady pumped something into my throat that almost choked me. So, this is vet, now I know.
We got out of the room pretty soon after that and Fion praised me for being such a brave kitten. She then let me play by myself on a bench while she collect my medication at the vet dispensary and my nightmare begins from here.
I got tired not long after I left the horrible place and doze off in the bag together with the blue towel that Fion bought me. When I woke up I was in my home already and Fion was looking at me with a grin in her face. Something was wrong with that smile. Fion then grabbed me over to her side and tried to pump something into my mouth. This startled me! Fion was the last person that I expected to do this to me. How could she be so cruel to me?
I managed to consumed all the food and medication after long struggle and I think I have scratched Fion many many times. The most irritating medication is the eyedrop. When Fion drop it into my eyes I immediately use my paw to rub my eyes hoping I can get it out of my eyes.
I got tired after the struggle and medication and fell asleep soon after that.
Me sleeping after the struggle:
I woke up the next morning with a great discomfort in my right eye, I have problem opening my right eye too. From Fion conversation with her brother and sister, I knew there was something wrong with my eye. They decided to stop dropping that eyedrop into my eyes.
My odd eye out:
I will need to rest more until my eyes get better, and I believe I will get well very soon =)
From Midnite,
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Midnite's Journal -- Part 2
whispered @ Thursday, January 26, 2006 by stardusz
I think I am sick. My nose is blocked and I make some funny noises whenever I breathe. My eyes teared as if I have just cried a lot. I rested alot in the cage, a home that the girl has made it for me.
I do not feel like moving a lot nor do I feel like eating. The girl, Fion, who fostered me, mentioned that she will bring me to the vet but I do not know that is that about.
Fion was gone after she failed to fed me with milk. I tasted the milk during the struggle. It taste weird and I don't like the taste at all. While I was resting in my home, Fion's mother got me out of the place again and attempted to feed me with milk again. I struggled and scratched her. I was put back to the cage and waited to be brought to the vet.
I wonder what is a vet. Why did they want to bring me to the vet?
By evening time, my flu got really bad that I have some problem breathing, but Fion was not back and I still want to know what is vet.
Fion was back, I looked at her, wanted her to bring me to vet, but she apologized to me and say will bring me to the vet tomorrow after work. I do not really understand what she meant but I am eager to go to vet.
That night, though I am not feeling well I enjoyed playing with Fion and her family. It is nice to be in a family, I miss my mother. I slept with Fion on a furry rug, the feeling is nice, I felt mother once again. I miss mother.
This is me sleeping on the rug and beside Fion's leg:
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Midnite's Journal -- Part 1
whispered @ Wednesday, January 25, 2006 by stardusz
Hi, I am Midnite, I think I am about a month old and I should be a black. I don't know what am I but I think I heard some human calling me a cat or a kitten. I think I must be a cat or a kitten then. I had been staying at this area where there was a water source nearby, however my mother forbade me to drink from it but I don't really know why. I think I am the only child my mother has and I think she must have doted on me a lot. I cannot remember too well after going through a truma.
I woke up one morning when a gust of cold wind brushed against me spending a shiver down my spine.
"Mummy?" I meowed. No response from my mother. I thought she has went out to fetch me some food as I remembered mother telling me to learn to eat some solid food besides drinking milk from her. I waited patiently with the cold wind blowing against me.
I don't know how long have I waited but it seems like a decade and I got very cold and hungry and was extrememly scared. I started to cry out for my mother but to no avail.
I think my cries must have caught the attention of some human and I got scared and ran away from when I am supposed to wait for my mother. When I noticed that I am all alone again, I started to cry again.
"Mummy~ Mummy~ Where are you? I'm scared and hungry~ Don't leave me alone... Mummy~"
While I was crying, I noticed this human squatted down and looked at me with a frown. Then, before I can run again, he picked me up and carried me in his arms. It was warm, but still, want to find my mother and I continued to cry and tried to struggle free from him.
After a while I landed in this dark place. I tried to jump out of this place but I was weak and hungry and I could barely make it. I sat on the floor and cried. While I was crying I heard the human talking to someone saying that he found a kitten and if she want to adopt the cat. Anyway, that did not bother me much, I just want to get out of that enclosed place to find mother. She must be worried sick when she did not see me there. I cried again.
I think I must have been too tired from the crying and fell asleep in that place. I was awaken by a sudden motion in that place and started to cry again. Then I saw a some light and it blinded my eyes, while trying to get used to the brightness, I heard two unfamiliar voices speaking to each other and they are discussing who should be fostering me.
I started crying again and begged them to let me go and find mother. I have been missing for so long, I am worried that my mother could not find me, but it was useless, they paid no attention to my pleas. That place, that I later know is a box, begun to move again. The motion was making me giddy and scared so I decided to rest instead.
After a long time, the lid of the box was opened and I was put in a place with a lot of metal sticks, water, food and a blue towel. It's not exactly a fantastic place but at least I felt more secured and felt asleep pretty soon
This was how tired I was:
I just woke up:
I think I caught a flu. I was sneezing non-stop and my nose seems blocked. The food and water does not seems tempting to me either. I think I am sick and the girl who is looking after me seems to notice that too.
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Silent Your Blog Unless You Pay
whispered @ Friday, January 13, 2006 by stardusz
Are you ready to pay for the songs you are playing now on your blog? If you are, prepare to fork out a fees of SGD 1000 for playing 10 (or less) songs or SGD 10 000 for not more then 50 songs on your blog.
According to the news report from TODAYonline, this is a new rule that is being implemented in Singapore on 1st Jan 2006. The fees do not include reproduction rights, where a separate licence must be obtained.
Composers and Authors Society of Singapore (COMPASS) — a non-profit public company which deals with music copyright and the usage of musical works said that this development is to further protect and serve the needs of composers, lyricists and publishers.
According to Dr Edmund Lam, chief executive officer of COMPASS, "Currently, the trend is that we see an increasing number of bloggers that copy music into their web pages without obtaining the legitimate corporate licenses." He continued and told the press that "While we (COMPASS) have not taken any action against any infringement at this stage, we will start a massive effort to educate people on this new ruling."
Under the Copyright Act, a person found guilty of infringing intellectual property rights can be fined up to $10,000 per article or jailed up to five years, or both.
Click here to read more
I might be standing at a selfish point of view ( from composers' and artistes' angle), but am I really distributing the music that is produced by them? Think of it in another way, the bloggers, aka us, who played the music in the background are helping them to promote their music. If the songs that they compose are not appealing why would we bother to load it in our blog and let visitors to listen and enjoy their products and get the CD from the nearby CD shop?
Well, maybe many people, who are against the distribution of music online, might be cursing and swearing at me now for being ignorant to their hardhip in producing a piece of music.
This is just some of my thought, nothing wrong with blogging out what's in my mind, I hope.
Anyway, rules will be rules... It is just a matter of time before they will start nabbing bloggers who do not remove the MP3 from their blogs and make them pay a hefty sum for the infringement.
I have removed mine, have you?
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