Henry David Thoreau once said, "You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds."
Perhaps the same could be said about yours truly. There's a dash of eccentricity in me, just enough to keep me sane; a dollop of obsessive compulsiveness , just the right amount to keep me from flipping the last proverbial flip that may break the camel's back; an ounce of rage, just enough to keep the strangers who piss me off from driving me up the wall; and a bucket load of hopeless romanticism to keep it all in check. To top it all off, I'm a lover of tradition, an old soul who would have probably found a better footing in the world had I been born in the rat pack era. In this blog, I speak my mind, and say my peace, sarcasm is the name of the game and brute honesty is my forte. Don't like what you see? Navigate your cursor to the top right corner of your screen, click on the big X and see if I give a tiny rat's derriere. With all that said, welcome to my lair.
In the words of Groucho Marx, "If you find it hard to laugh at yourself, I would be happy to do it for you."
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Meet my new friend, Garfield. I've never been much of a cat person, only liked them from a distance, but this cute little kitten kept showing up outside my door. So one night I decided to give it some milk and nestum. The next day, it was still there. Wonder what happened to the mommy, coz this little darling is still a kitten, very tame and manja. I decided to partially adopt it, can't really keep it in the house, what with my allergies and asthma, and plus the fact that I can't stand any form of animal excretion.
So yesterday, abang bought cat food for my new friend. Dia kata present for Garfield. :-) Alhamdulillah, Garfield loved the ProDiet cat food. So now Garfield lives outside my apartment door, in a little makeshift box I made for him, lined with a fluffy towel for comfort. He does go walking about, but he has managed to establish the box as his new home, and will return late at night.
Perhaps I should find a nice home for Garfield. Anybody wanna adopt a cute little kitty? :-)
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