A PAIR OF BIRDS AND TWO COUCH POTATOES
Starsky and Hutchie came into our lives last Saturday. Cute little nerdie budgies.. Starsky with bright green and partial yellow feathers while Hutchie is dressed in gentle purplish white. It's obvious to know Hutchie is a female, because her eyes are shaped like almond nuts, slightly tilting upwards on the rear end. She looks very feminine and elegant. As for Starsky, his eyes are round and small, with a hint of intelligence and wit that you would have known he can understand all the gibberish birdtalk that only humans always try to sound cute in.
We pamper them as much as Tiger, bought a big cage, expensive food and a metal plate for them to enjoy their sanctuary. As for Tiger, he relishes on staring at the birds everyday, much to his dismay that he won't be able to devour them like he does to the poor lizards.
But my budgies seem to like Tiger as they never panic when he clings close. One day a stray cat crept in and the birds flapped their wings, gawked and squeaked till we had to close the windows. You see, this scene never occur when Tiger's leaning close to them (to the point of playing with their tails).
Now, two of us are planning for a dog. Well.. this is kinda hefty.. on the expenses, maintenance and efforts that needed to care for a different kind of domestic pet. Hum, we shall see how serious he is.
By the way, I'm hooked onto Transformers. Yes you heard me right. The one that I always scorned and laughed about.. on men and boys who always stood outside VCD shops, beaded eyes fixated on big TVs that played Transformers over and over again.
Both of us have lapped up Transformers Armada Season 1 Part 1. We just bought Transformers Superlink and it isn't as fantastic as the former one. Am waiting EAGERLY for Armada Season 1 Part 2!! How torturing!
Autobots, TRANSFORM!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Monday, July 18, 2005
BACKLASH
I am tired.
.. .
Last Friday, there was a cut in my heart. It left a deep gash and refused to heal. It provided me with awakening tremors and I struggled to accept the reality.
My boyfriend is very sociable.
Nothing's wrong with that.
But I have to take the backseat because of it.
It saddens me to feel secondary when he is surrounded by friends.
My emotions took a nosedive when he verbally defended his friends in front of me.
I was told that I did not try hard enough to get aquainted, when he couldn't even see my sincerities and efforts being put to sleep by his friends.
I was told that I did not make myself comfortable in my work environment because I appear as a stuckup bitch, when he did not realise my niceties were being taken for granted.
I was told that he cannot do anything to make me feel better when he is always being kept busy with his friends, be it gatherings, phone conversations, internet chatting etc.
I was told that, I have to learn how to be independent even though I came to this country with little knowledge of what I'm gonna experience, and even though I'm feeling so small and vulnerable.
I was being told, with all the obscenities, as the above.
I dun suppose I have to endure all these.
I'm alone here and I can only depend on the man who doesn't seem to be sensitive to my lonely soul.
Friends, to him, are the untouchables.
Me, to him, is a necessity.
Love, of course, exists between us.
But what is love?
I am tired.
.. .
Last Friday, there was a cut in my heart. It left a deep gash and refused to heal. It provided me with awakening tremors and I struggled to accept the reality.
My boyfriend is very sociable.
Nothing's wrong with that.
But I have to take the backseat because of it.
It saddens me to feel secondary when he is surrounded by friends.
My emotions took a nosedive when he verbally defended his friends in front of me.
I was told that I did not try hard enough to get aquainted, when he couldn't even see my sincerities and efforts being put to sleep by his friends.
I was told that I did not make myself comfortable in my work environment because I appear as a stuckup bitch, when he did not realise my niceties were being taken for granted.
I was told that he cannot do anything to make me feel better when he is always being kept busy with his friends, be it gatherings, phone conversations, internet chatting etc.
I was told that, I have to learn how to be independent even though I came to this country with little knowledge of what I'm gonna experience, and even though I'm feeling so small and vulnerable.
I was being told, with all the obscenities, as the above.
I dun suppose I have to endure all these.
I'm alone here and I can only depend on the man who doesn't seem to be sensitive to my lonely soul.
Friends, to him, are the untouchables.
Me, to him, is a necessity.
Love, of course, exists between us.
But what is love?
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
FLEA IN MY FUR
I have this fellow colleague in my office.
Not only does his face resembles a kind of creature that snorts, he has a personality as positive as Lucifer's.
There's a common sense in this world: if you are capable, nobody cover their noses when you fart.
As for this snorty little arsehole, he has holes all over his cheese brain. Even though he has bad English in his language power, he speaks with a forced british-american-indonesian accent. It's traumatizing to the spell-checkers whenever they hear him speak, whereby he always ends each word with a drag on the last letter.
His favourite past-time is to make people look like a fool and tries to boost his pea-sized ego by saying stupid things with a "oh-now-u-know" grin.
I'm accumulating all the nasty things he did to me. Ain't gonna let him on the loose for long. As I always say, I'm a tame little pussy till you step on my tail.
Watch out, pighead.
I can't wait to lick you with my acid tongue.
I have this fellow colleague in my office.
Not only does his face resembles a kind of creature that snorts, he has a personality as positive as Lucifer's.
There's a common sense in this world: if you are capable, nobody cover their noses when you fart.
As for this snorty little arsehole, he has holes all over his cheese brain. Even though he has bad English in his language power, he speaks with a forced british-american-indonesian accent. It's traumatizing to the spell-checkers whenever they hear him speak, whereby he always ends each word with a drag on the last letter.
His favourite past-time is to make people look like a fool and tries to boost his pea-sized ego by saying stupid things with a "oh-now-u-know" grin.
I'm accumulating all the nasty things he did to me. Ain't gonna let him on the loose for long. As I always say, I'm a tame little pussy till you step on my tail.
Watch out, pighead.
I can't wait to lick you with my acid tongue.
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