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Tuesday, March 04, 2008 || 8:31 PM
The road to my bus stop every morning involves walking through about 5 blocks of flats.
This morning, I took the same familiar route to get to school, as I always do. But when I reached the 2nd block of flats, I heard a wail in the void deck.
It sounded like a
baby's wail.
Oh my, I thought. Why would there be a wailing baby at this hour of the day? Abandoned? Hungry? Or just plain cranky?
I thought I would be a busybody and just went to take a look behind the wall that separated me from the wailing.
Turns out that it wasn't what it seems.
It was a cat.
A
cat wailing like an ordinary, human baby at another cat for I-don't-know-what.
What the hell. I can't believe I got cheated.
Oh, and Ahmad somehow dismembered the star-that-goes-doing-doing-doing from my bunch of keys during break today in a 'tussle'. Turns out that I was too lousy to fix it back (or maybe the damage was too great that I couldn't repair it), that I had to seek help from Rhoda (Thanks a lot!) whom is extremely proficient at using the pair of pliers-that-are-smaller-than-normal-ones-and-will-not-spoil- my-star. Lol. I hope my star is alright, I feel odd without the doing-doing-doing sound that emanates from it everytime I walk. o.O
Sheesh. What a load of rubbish.
