My Half Full, Glass O’ Chocolate Milk

Dinner at the hawker’s again. Again ah!

Its not like i’ve lost interest in cooking. I’d cook if someone would just be there before its pass dinner time. I’d cook if someone look interested in that dinner instead of punching away at his new belated burfday present. I’d cook if someone don’t say “HAR?!” with a bewildered expression on his face as tho i’m dragging him to a torture chamber, when i’m going to the veg’ section in Jusco. I’d cook if someone would just do the dishes WILLINGLY after the meal. I’d cook if it wasn’t a HOT HUMID morning walk over to market on Sunday morning. I’d cook …

OK… truth is i’ve lost interest in cooking. Its just that simple. Phaik Imm will be damn surprised if i tell her how often I eat out since I came to JB.

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As usual, Darlin’ B is on the phone with either his boss? his mechanic? or his drivers… again. Poor him. Hunching over his dinner, chewing on phone calls…

There I sat. Looking bored, weight down. Thinking of every ways to bomb his company into a million pieces… (ok, i watch too much terrorist prevention video on Singapore MRT), trying to be the Guiness’s-Record-World-Most-Understanding-GF.

Then, Orange (name altered to protect individual’s identity), sat down at my legs and started meowing at me.  Poor lil’ skinny thing must have not enough to eat for days now. Its’ big begging eyes melted me. Damn that cat. I actually shared my food with a stray cat because of a mere cute look.  -__-”

You see you see… how can you resist that look? Kepit the head off then you know.

Note the similarity?

Now i wonder whether cats REALLY are mysterious creature born with the ability to sweet ‘eye’ human beings like me into feeding them, and almost bringing them home. *sweat*

Crap off.