Being a relentless teen waiting to be conscripted into the army, I have to make myself useful and earn some cash through a mundane job consisting of meddling with TV box-sets and thinking of things I would do with my cat if I am not at work. I would play with it and teach it how to open the door when I call out “Meow” . I could hang pieces of fish on the gate and it can jump for the food while I will just tug it upwards. If I repeat this several times all week, my cat would be able to open the door when I reach home because reaching for the keys is a tedious effort which will waste whatever energy that is left of me after a day’s work, and could instead be put to better use for showering my cat with love. Yes, this is indeed a great idea; I should pen it down somewhere.
Life has been pretty dreary, where I revolve around work and home, with the highlight of the day being the journey to and fro. It’s quite a sight to see pretty but not exactly pleased girls, due to the fact that the bus is always crowded and partly because my eyes are glued onto them the moment they are within sight. I could go up to them and say hey, but who am I kidding. That is never going to work. Once, armed with both lust and a bicycle, I attempt to get off it on one end with substantial speed to impress an attractive female jogger, but what resulted is a muffled laughter and a gash on my calf. Death was imminent, but befell on a withered bush that cushioned my fall. In a way I granted the bush a quicker albeit not exactly peaceful way to die instead of having to go through caterpillars savaging through whatever is left of it and with me eager to live, so I guess it works out well for both of us.
Posted a year late.
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