Karma? Curse? Or Natural (In)justice?

The culprit that crapped on my bed has now died.

An unfortunate neutering accident involving the breaking of fast, vomiting and choking has now claimed the life of an innocent.

I don't think it's so severe a "karma" bestowed on it for something it did, and neither did i remember cursing it to death either. The meanest thing I felt I had to do was to ask my friends to 'beat' the cat (since they were helping out to clean up the mess while i was away) - after all, I've been taught all along that punishment should be timely and severe for it to be effective. And surely wetting the bed does not warrant a death sentence. If not that would account for a very high infant mortality rate.

So I don't know what to make of it. After all, it's not everyday that you're vehemently pissed at someone and then to find him/her dead barely a week later.

I guess from this incident comes the lesson of forgiveness. Sometimes, before you are even ready to forgive and forget, that person may be already gone.

RIP Bendy (? - 2005)

Pussy Attack!

Knowing that this would INDEED be the last phase of my struggling-student-independent-living lifestyle, I was determined to make it good while it lasts. So I swept, mopped, even cleaned the fanS and venetian blinds. I did the sheets and even did some springcleaning, throwing out stuff - rubbish that I'd left it accumulating over the years.

But then terror struck. Stealth and silent, it crept and hid, beyond the depths of peripheral vision. Soundless and purposeful, it lay there and bid its time.

So i was happily back home over the weekend, sligtly gloating at my personal diligence towards personal hygiene (something that's never been an issue - WHAT hygiene?). Then Saturday a call came and then London was bombed.

"Eh, are you in hall? I think you'd better come back now, 'cos the cat's stuck in your room"

What's the worst that could happened? It's only a wussy-pussy.
To my revealation, the worst can mean cat pee and poo all over my bed atop my sheets, biscuit crumbs all over the floor and excrement stained dainty prints pressed on the floor.

Seems like destiny's a tough nut to crack, ain't it? You decide on some minute lifestyle change and it hits you back to square one. I'm still not recovered from the holocaust, and it'd take an even greater effort on my part to make things different from what they already are.

Hiatus

Okok. I'm not dead. But since this is MY site, I don't really have much explaining to do about my abscence, except maybe to myself. Because I have a lousy comp at home that hangs when it overheats. Because the room where that PC is stinks. Because it's small and crammed. Because I'm busy. So there.

At least I'm not as boh-liao. GEEKS OF THE WORLD UNITE! abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz! And it actually has 6MB of storage space for a gag! I guess that makes hotmail a big joke.