a whole weekend of alternating between sleep and tv during the day, and drinking and partying all night long, seems to have done wonders for my flu. except my nose is still running ...

i better go catch it. heh heh heh.

ok fine, lame joke. LAMMOOOOOO.

i suddenly realized that i'm lacking in something else to do in life .. aside from work and hanging out. most people have other things .. gigs, working out, some sport, painting, art, golf even. what do i have .. sure hanging out at bangsar or kl on the weekends is cool and all, but i need something more to flesh out my life and give it meaning other than work.

unfortunately hobbies cost money. uurrrggghh.

i need to go check out the spca volunteering .. ok this weekend.

oh and btw you know who got back together with her bf apparently.


oh yeah .. i need to bitch about that cat ... that damn slut of a stray that i was so kind as to feed and look after her first litter of brats. how does she repay me? i'm looking for something to wear in my closet, and i hear a little sneeze .. and knowing that that cat isnt pregnant anymore, i'm suddenly worried. so i start looking around the room, under all the boxes and stuff, but no kittens .. *pheewww* slight sigh of relief. quickly washed away by a sudden thought .. i rip open the doors of my closet and low and behold .. there nuzzled quietely in the corner, all warm in my clothes .. is that little bitch slut of a stray and her new litter.

clothes covered in blood and afterbirth and cat gook. walls streaked with blood, looking like something was slaughtered in there.

and if that wasnt bad enough .. the next day the little bitch gets locked in the house somehow (no thanks to my idiot brother no doubt) .. i come back and guess what, it decided to take a fucking piss on my bed. soaks thought my blankets and my sheets. i end up sleeping with a thin little sheet, the only thing i could find to shield me from the artificial cold. probably how i caught the flu.

i'm gonna kill that cat