The Ripped Soul

Good evening, how do you do?

My day's been pretty fine.. a lil wet in the afternoon thanks to the rain, but good, overall.

Started off by rushing down to SPCA to check out the cats with Jaws.

Sidetracking a bit..

I don't know what is it that's bothering me, but I don't feel like myself much these days and I hate the feeling myself. It's almost like as if I'm living someone else's life. Sigh. At one minute I feel like I want to own a cat [no kidding there. I've desperately been dying to own one since the year before last..] and the next minute I don't. And I have no idea why. And its bugging me like crazy.

Then my friends. I'm usually the sort to WANT to go out, to BEG my friends to go out - now I'm the one that's putting them down. And its not that I'm busy or want to get back at them for canceling on me. I just have that feeling that I don't want to go out. It's that feeling where 'All I wanna do is just stay home, watch Foxcrime and rot to the death staring at four white walls' kinda thing.

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!!! Did aliens replace my soul with something else while I was sleeping? Gahgrrrbahrahwrwadafarkbahahaw.

So yeah. As I was saying, I went to SPCA with Jaws. Saw a couple of kittens and cats I liked. I don't know why but I adore those cats that are VERY affectionate. The manja sort. The ones who'll cuddle and call for your attention and want to rub themselves ALL over your hands. The ones who purr when you pet them or rub them under their chins.. I love cats and kittens like em. Not to say I'd hate those who do otherwise.. they just wouldn't be my cup of tea.

So I looked. Turnip the tabby seemed VERY affectionate.. but he's 5yo. Age isn't a problem.. I just worry for them when they get older. And to start worrying when its just my first cat - not really a good idea. Then I saw Syawal, nice white kitten with blue eyes. He didn't really like me much at first, but the moment I touched his paw, he relaxed and wanted all my attention on him and him alone. Look at any other cat and he'd meow and meow and meow. Haha. I felt attached almost immediately.

The only problem was that I was reminded of Helen's cat and how manja she was with me around Helen until she stayed with me under my roof. So now I'm freaking out at the possibility that Syawal might do the same to me. Be so nice at the shelter and everything, and then transform to the cat from hell when he comes home.. sighbarghcraphaizgrrgrawrh again.

Jaws had enough of me playing with Syawal, so she pulled me away and got me going to Marina Sq. Ate, watched her play at the arcade, left, returned book at Espy, saw her off, borrowed books at Espy - V for Vendetta, Man On Fire, Jarhead, Mr and Mrs Smith - then walked to the bus stop in the rain. Went home, started reading, timechecked, watched Click! [awesome show] .. and now I'm here blogging waiting for Dexter to pop up on foxy.

About my cousin, I don't know what's happening now. She did something wrong and she's put my mother to her limit and its sad seeing her like that really. Give her a nice home, caring people to look after her.. she never said a thank you. Instead, she says she's no different from a prisoner locked in a jail cell... what's the deal man. I told my mother I wanted to go over and give her a good telling-off, not caring if I yelled till the roof came down, but my mom told me not to do anything. I wanted to slap her, my mom said I'd better not cos that brat would say its child abuse. Wtf. Get slapped and one can be accused of child abuse?! And the people would actually believe the kid?! Christ. What has the world become man.. My wake up call was a slap that made my head go 45degs left. Now you get slapped and its considered abuse? Well done, kids.. you can officially crawl all over your parent's heads and suck out their eyeballs for lunch. Anyway, bout my cuz, they're leaving her alone till the day she gets sent back to the home. Its a pretty dumbfucking idea to me imo, since I know of some people who went in and came out with no difference whatsoever. They're like prisoners who went in to do their time and came out and did the same thing they went in for again.

Sad.

Alrighty, its 10 and Dexter's on.

And since Na tagged me about not fearing anything since I have the power of English under my belt, I have thus called myself to be The English Wonder!

Nothing really wonderful actually, seeing how other people actually got an A1 - but who cares.

So, off I go!

Remember, don't speak singlish, but English! ta-ta-dah!

*shing shing shing shing shing* - sound effects by Drey.

Ciao!