Hazy hazy day

Hoping I can find my way

To go out to work today

Till when will you be here to stay?

Hazy Hazy day

I look out the window and pray

That I see KLCC there

And perhaps some fresh air?

Hazy hazy day

Cop a bad migrain yesterday

Don't wanna again today, if you may

Tonight be in peace I lay.....

Catlovers, I suggest you visit this site. This was my latest post there.

Finally I get to show my Goober (variations include Boober, Moober and Burberg - dont ask why  ). Some of you know which cat he is cos I adopted him from a friend of one of the forumers here. For those looking to adopt or buy a cat, you should try and ask the people here cos they really know their s**t about our feline friends. Since I'm adopting a cat for the first time, they gave me a lotta advise like to take one that's a bit older and what kind would suit my house etc..etc.. And boy am I glad that I listened to them. Goober is the perfect housecat and best of all (I told this to the former owner many times) I dont have to worry about litter-training him!

I come from a family that has never lived with any kind of pets before. (Well, we had hamsters but they didnt last very long). Me and my brothers were not trained to socialise with animals so when I brought back Goober (not to my family's home but my house in KL) there was some sursprise! My brothers like Goober but Abang is a lil' scared of him I think. Goober likes to make this sudden move towards you with a garang-like meow while sitting looking so calm and beautiful just minutes before. I pun terkejut gak kadang2.

Anyway, I'm not the most patient of persons. But Goober's really teaching me a lot about my own character, responsibility and a whole lotta other things. It can be frustrating for a while when I try to talk to him but I dont know what he wants. Though he has his mengada-ngada days la. I rasa mcm jaga anak tunggal sekarang. Sumer dia dapat. My Abang came home one day and saw that I got Goober vitamins and he was like, "Awak sendiri pun tak makan vitamin RM25..!!" Well, what can I say, he luurrrrrvess his Nutripet. Ladies and Gents, my lil' furball that goes psycho when he hears the house keys tingling (cos he knows I'm going out and leaving him alone) - Goober.

PS:- The missing fur on his front leg is from the vet visit. Vet ended up taking blood from his hind leg. Poor Burberg. 

Right. On to happier news. Well, for me at least.

NO, I am not referring to the peanut butter and jelly spread (droooolllll). Goober happens to be my new housemate. He's a Himalayan Red Point cat (some mix breed of Persian & Siamese) about a year old and he now resides with me in my apartment.

Got him off a cat breeder that I contacted on the Net. The cool thing was she didnt sell him but let me adopt him for free. Thing is, Goober has feline leukimia (FeLV), an incurable cat disease. Since she breeds cats, she can't risk her other cats being infected so she had to give him away. When she mentioned that I'm only allowed to keep him alone and away from other cats,  I thought "Hey, I want just ONE cat. Me, me! Pick me!". So off I go to Petzone Uptown where he was being kept (dragging my poor boy Iwan - cos he's good with cats) and we made up our minds almost immediately. (When I say "we" I mean Iwan fell in love with him too. C'mon sayang.. don't lie... )

Don't be mistaken, he's healthy mind you. The only "syarat" is he can't live with other cats. So instead of socialing and galavanting off with feline chicks he gets big old ME. Haahahaha. Poor thing. When I first brought him back he really freaked out (NO, not because I'm an ugly creature of God but because of the new environment). After the first 2 weeks he calmed down. Been a good boy he has, so his new mommy got him some Fancy Feast from giant yesterday! It's cool to have a living thing to talk to at home and not the TV set. (Irritating baby noises are now a norm in my home). Though I am learning the hardship of REALLY taking care of a cat. I'm taking him to the vet for a check-up tomorrow and God knows how much that's gonna cost me! He's just so chomel a few hundred bucks to the vet is but a small sacrifice (yeah right - mcm gaji ribu-ribu jer).Gotta get him castrated too, the poor bugger. It's seems cruel but he can't marry otherwise the mother and all the kittens will get the virus. Oh yeah, FeLV is also referred to by some as "cat AIDS". But he's a cool bloke and I'm loving him to bits!

Dont have a pic of him at my home yet but will try to get one soon. For now, here's the one his former owner posted on the Net. I present to you..... Goober baby!!!

After much pestering from my dear friends, I just HAVE to write something. Though, I am so FULL of hatred and nasty emotionss right now (well, it's been a few months actually) that I've been putting off my creative writing for a while. Well, yes, some say that I should write what I feel. But when I do, it can create such unduly necessary mayhem, it just bloody pisses me off. I mean, so much for freedom of speech eh?

To think, that some people are just so hard-up about themselves as if the God-given Earth itself evolves around their puny lil' head which probably hosts a rather sorry excuse for a brain of about the same size not to mention. For all our sakes love, get a grip. Really. Do these people honestly think there's a golden ring floating above their heads and everyone else is always to be faulted? What have you done that justifies the cliche "the good of all mankind"?

You see, that's why I don't feel like writing at the moment. Major issue right now is I'm not really enjoying my job. But nobody seems to see that. Yes, probably, they've had tougher times than me. But I remember Ely telling me that the working world aint some internship stint that we can go on a joyride. Why is it I never listen to people? Hmmm.... perhaps Iwan can answer that question. He says I can't accept direct criticism. Big bloody lie if there people who like being criticised sweetheart. Then again, I might have a screw loose somewhere too. Ah well. Though I still wonder why Iwan likes twisted old me, but he does. I'm not the average take-home-to-mama gal but here this poor schmuck gets stuck with me. Hey, he wants to be.

Yes, I realise I have entered the rambling zone. So before I go make a face at my bosses or go crazy this stuffy so-called office, I'd really like to thank the buggers who've been taking in my endless whinings and meaningless emotional speech matter for this past month. Adam and Rizal, thanks for always trying to cheer me up. Elles, girl, I known you for a couple a years but it's been worthwhile. And Iwan (again), my walking bolster (YUM!), never fail to show up. Love ya...

Ooh, ooh!! Isn't this a beauty for my birthday present? You still have 4 months to save up guys!! Thanks!