4.10.11 | Brown tabby cat

IT’S Thursday night, and I’m staying back. Slacked a bit too much yesterday, damn those video games I play. Gotta rush this manuscript for submission tomorrow. Good thing they’re paying for my dinner and cab fare home.
10:30. Today is exfoliation day. Shucks, I notice more lines around the eyes. Gotta go get that line-reducing series.
11:00. Texting her. Looking forward to the weekend when I can meet her. Goodnight world!

Friday morning, 6:45. Rise and shine. Early bird catches the worm. No worms for me, just the usual wake-up protein shake.
7:30. Raining heavily. Damn it, IRIS is lying again. 5 minutes turned into 15 minutes in the blink of an eye. Boy am I going to be late for work.
7:50. Bus is late as usual. The Animated Man is in his usual seat (I call him that as he talks to himself very animatedly. Yes, I’ve checked: no headset.). I got on a seat in front of him. The combination of his voice, my drenched clothes and soggy shoes makes it impossible to fall asleep. Maybe I should call him Violently Animated Man. Bus gets extremely packed after Buangkok as usual. Come on, doubledeck this bus already.
8:45. Yup, late for work, get down quick. Almost crushed the resident brown tabby cat in my morning stupor. He scurries away just in time and glares at me with those wide, fierce eyes—a stark difference from the relaxed gaze I am so familiar with. Well, sorry dude.
9:15. Second breakfast. Then more editing. More meeting with prepress designers. Running around between the first and third floor.
12:30. Lunch. Today’s topic: that lady who drowned at the reservoir.
1:30. Back to work, more meetings. If we put this textbox in this page, would it be better? How does that picture look with the text wrapped around it like this? Busy busy busy.
6:30. Off to meet Terence. Frog leg porridge and beer thereafter. Awesome.
11:30. Facial mask day today. Love that rare earth masque from Kiehl's.

Saturday. Gym in the morning, chest day. Damn it, some people should really go learn some gym ethics or face banishment.
Meeting her in the afternoon. Long John Silver’s, airport, Starbucks, books, maths, Japanese pasta, looking at airplanes: best times of the week! No more details. For us to know and for you to find out.

Sunday. 45 minute run. Then rest: idle wanton slacking. Lunching with the family. Deus Ex Human Revolution until 2 a.m., Kahlua. Oh dear, I’m so gonna pay for this in the morning.

Monday, 7:15. Back to work. IRIS is honest and obedient today. Animated Man is not in the bus. Bus packed like sardines as usual. Fast forward to the workplace, a little early today. Brown tabby cat is sprawled at his usual place, bravely risking his life to be some unobservant person’s shoe mat, all the while looking indifferent and cool.


I crouched beside the brown tabby cat and ran my fingers across the back of his neck. He relaxed further and his eyes narrowed to a slit. I told him: look at you, sitting here all day everyday. You don’t know what life is, dude.

He looked in my direction and widened his eyes a little, as if hesitating to respond to my words. And then, apathetically, he narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to continue his nap.


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