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Monday, April 30, 2007 / 10:47 PM
I'm clueless yet there are things I wish to blog about.
To begin with, my cute little babe, Pandora (a cat of mine, if some of you might not know), is having a fever. How sad can I be upon knowing that her body is indeed very warm just before I made my way off to school? Glaring at her sickly expression is devastating. She doesn't even allow me to touch or carry her. She bites when I touched and groan when I made an attempt to carry her to sleep with me.
And it's sad enough to know that my sister's cat needs to survive on hormone pills until its last breath.
You tell me how now.
A different story altogether, each individual here is facing problems living together somehow. It's very infuriating and irritating to be gossiped about as well as being looked down upon.
Why does it always happen to us and not the others?
What's there in them and not in us?
Why is it that their children are forever better than us, and we are not?
I can understand the situation he's in, we're in.
It's a torture to be a hypocrite under one roof.
Not having the freedom of doing what we always do back then as an average happy family.
On a lighter note, to my other half, thanks again for the wonderful times we've went through together.
You showed me how beautiful life is.
You corrected my unconscious flaws.
You guided me when I'm lost.
You scolded me when I'm spoilt.
You pampered me like nobody's business.
You gave me chances whenever I needed one.
You secured me with your assuring words.
With all that, how can I not learn to appreciate you more?
Happy 16th months, love.
Love love love.
'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'
