Cough.

I felt sick with a runny nose and all on a hot summer days is so terrible. How can this be? I'm only spending my days inside my tunnel as I've never been anywhere lately. Cough. Phlegm. Boredom. 

Anyway, tomorrow is another day. 

Enjoy my Macha sleeping in my pillows and sheets.

xoxo

Cats and coffee is a perfect combo.

It's the time of the year again as much as I cringe the coming of these season I just can't believe we only got one or two days left before the end of 2012 (2013 feels like I'm not ready yet!).

Although having said that, haven't been here for quite awhile but I've always been here, there and everywhere. Cats and coffee is pretty much my best refuge these days. Does that make a perfect combo? Cats are chaotic sometimes and coffee stirs you up until you palpitate and gets you motivated to stay up all night and write. Did I say I'm such a night owl. In the finest hour of the night where everyone was asleep, I found myself puzzled weary why am I doing this for. It is given that I really need to work harder than anybody else I tried to rest my head to that thought. Whatever happens happens.

I feel much better today that I got the chance to get in touch again with special people in my life as it was supposed to be in the beginning. It's just that it is really hard to reach out especially when the gap is as almost as hard as the Great Wall of China I barely can get through. All I can do is to knock it out with all the strength that I have until it crack the surfaces at least to stop myself from breaking down. You cannot blame me when it comes to family it always tears me apart to the point of nervous breakdown. As it always been full of intermittent drama that is never ending. You should expect it.

This year is what a roller coaster ride of emotion. There are days feels like everything is so slow and there are days you really want to call it a day. Also, there are days feels like it easily gets into me so I ended up being tired getting stuck into this bubble or to what they call four corners. The routine can really burn you out to the extreme but so far that just me exaggerating things in my own perspective.

So consider this post as the usual everyday random rant post happens in the wee hours just to free my thoughts and to let go what is needed to let go at the end of the day.

Namaste. 

life is a matter of choice

Still stoked with the things going on in real life lately. I just can't keep my track on working online, blogging, my little sister flew to Finland and now enrolling a couple of classes online.

Macha, bathing himself. Yikes! Too cute for me.:)

I guess, from time to time we all need to find out ourselves that sort of level of growth in everything we do. Making the most of this life and what it has to offer. Thinking outside the box which some might say can be really liberating although at times it depends on the confinement you opt to yourself nor sometimes or most of the time you don't have a choice.

Oh well. I can whine and get angry and be bitter at myself the whole day and bawl my eyes off from crying for no certain reason at all. Then there's this so-called choice gets into the picture that everything in life is a matter of choice. I can chose to stay in my couch and sleep all day intentionally and ignore everyone whose calling on the phone by not answering back. I can do that for sure.

It just that its tiring to get involve nowadays in everyone's problems. For the most part, people's choices are always the ones prevail. It's always been that way. Don't worry I'm learning to muster up everything.

I will write more soon. I'm stuck in a writing bug for quite a long time. Pretty much obviously I had a boring life.

Adios.

The new arrivals!

There's something about the new arrival of the newlyborn kittens in the house, it never failed to bring joy and excitement. Here it is some of the photos from last night:




I am totally missing (my) broke camera well it used it to be own by everyone in the house. Since I have no choice. This is all taken out from my eagerness to preserve the precious moments.

Laugh out loud.
Breathe.
Live life to the fullest.

feline encounters

Poor Macha! He can't even step down the stairs without sleeping because of overeating... hussshh.. shhh shhh:)

Aren't they said to be that cats has nine lives among all the creatures with four feet? It has no scientific basis so definitely it's a myth but I don't know if I were a cat I would probably hid myself in a box and runaway somewhere [or maybe not] whenever I had opportunity to jump off from everything as an escape to all those people madly looking for me. It's just so fascinating every time cats use all their claws and all its defenses. I can't think of any other way to write an ode about them, this is some sort of at least.

He is no Garfield because he don't like Lasagne and I am the one who like it a lot as well as Inno. Somehow, the oldest dog is very much like me in many ways. A lookout. It's not that I underestimating myself most of the time the owner and pets behave very much alike nowadays. Tsskkk! Tsssk!


"Meet the ever gorgeous Uron!" Looking UP, UP, UP and Away! No it's not a bird, it's not a plane, it's superCAT! [watching out her ever demanding suitor.. They never seems get tired of yelling in the middle of night, oh gosh..] Last but not the least, PONNIE the cat [famous in the house for having a short tail of all..] Oh, yeh! He's loving the tropical sun.. :)

Goodbye, Bestfriend Goldie!

Now, I just realize I'm not been twittering for almost two days or even blogging as if I've been going somewhere... NOPE! Never I could imagine. Sometimes, how frustrating it is if you are not even close to what you are supposed to be doing. I'm in and out of my regular routine in the past few days.. It feels like all the side tracks of life eventually having it's toll on me. Have you ever felt like you just had enough? Just like the plain simple "enough is enough." Sadly, I am.

Yesterday, we said goodbye to my oldest cat Marigold or Goldie.. We have her for almost 4 years now in and outdoor. Well.. four years that makes it about 32 years old in human years. It feels like I've lost a best friend, a great friend although sometimes she isn't that sweet because she doesn't like to be hugged at all times. I can't count how many fish she stole on my plate.. Verrrry pesky! Awww, I will miss feeding you in the morning, tomorrow!

...And then there's 4 cats left.