Nyanko's Basket

The result is a... ( scalped nyanko )

At least it will grow back. :P

I got my laptop repaired for free on Tuesday after waiting for about an hour. It needed a new motherboard, so all my files are still here. ^_^;; I should make a backup soon, though. Maybe when I have a little more time.

On the way home after buying some computer and audio cables, I stopped by the side gate to my condominium complex to see whether the cats were there. For those of you who haven't heard this before, there are three stray cats that live outside my condominium and they are absolutely adorable. :) Two of them are black, and one has a white patch of fur on its underside while another has a clipped ear, while the other non-black cat is a black and white one.

Anyway, the cat with the white patch decided that it liked my bare foot and nuzzled it with its nose. That was ticklish, to say the least, but more was to come.

I squatted on my legs to stroke the cat, and it attacked my side with its nose! ^^;; That was really too much for me to contain and I started laughing and backed away from the cat a little so I wouldn't hurt it. I don't know what it thought of the whole experience, though. Perhaps it was thinking "I will never understand these humans..." :P

Later that night, I went with my sister and cousin for an ice-cream treat at Haagen-Dazs in Holland Village (which is open until 12 am, not 10:30 or 11 pm like I thought) because my cousin was leaving on Wednesday afternoon, but we drove there and back and so I didn't see the cats. It was a very delicious treat though, as I had a Black Forest-themed ice-cream consisting of one scoop of brandied chocolate and another of chocolate together with some cherries, two chocolate sticks and lots of whipped cream. :)

When I came home today, all three cats were there again. The friendly one nuzzled my leg and rubbed itself over my boots while purring, and the other black cat decided it wanted to sharpen its claws on my boot. o_O Fortunately I was able to persuade it not to, and then I bent down again to stroke the cats. I guess I should have seen what was coming. :P

The friendly one attacked me with its nose again in my side. This time though, it aimed at the...softer part of my side. ^^;;; I really couldn't resist laughing and I nearly picked up the cat to cuddle it in my arms and stroke it endlessly. I didn't though, because it was already dark, being after 8 pm, and I was hungry.

I came home tired and somewhat worn out from a very long day, but lightened by the experience of being tickled by a very friendly black cat and by some other things that happened, although this entry isn't really the place to talk about them. :P

This is what happens when your hairdresser and you have different ideas of what "1 cm" means.

( The proof )

The foot is a wonderful part of the human body. Yet, sadly, it is all too often unappreciated for its contributions.

Just think:
- Without the foot, there would be no football, only a ball. On the other hand, there wouldn't be any footbrawls either, just brawls. This might be a good thing? Perhaps, perhaps not...
- The song "Footloose" wouldn't exist. Who wants to hear a song which is called just "Loose" ? That doesn't mean anything.
- People would never get to experience the joy of being tickled on the soles of their (non-existent) feet.
- Chiropractors would go out of business. Think of all the unemployed!

Yes, I'm being silly. But the inspiration for this post came today when I limped back home from camp with extremely sore feet, and had to give up and take a taxi back from the MRT (train) station back home because I just couldn't walk any more. I wonder why wearing hard custom insoles and a pair of "medically-designed" boots doesn't seem to be enough, although I did have to run around today, which might have made my flat feet hurt more - but it shouldn't have hurt *that* much.

Collected my IC yesterday, marking the end of 2 years and 3 months of military service.. there's still 3 months to go but I'm going to finish that either during the holidays or after I graduate. Won't be doing much then, in contrast to now.

The last few days were really hectic, I had to work almost throughout the night to finish stuff.. one day I went to sleep at 2:15 because I just couldn't stay up any more, and the other day (I think it was Thursday or Friday) I went to sleep at 11 and woke up at 4:40 to finish. Basically, my sleep schedules were totally screwed, and I kept nodding off on the bus - nearly missed my stop. Also, because of being so busy, I wasn't able to go for therapy on Thursday or Friday, which isn't good.. I'm supposed to go twice a week. -_-;;;; In fact, I'm still sleep-deprived.. went to sleep at 1:30 yesterday and wanted to wake up only at 10 or so but woke up at 7:45.

What did I learn? Well, there are some people who won't help you, they care only about themselves and won't move a muscle for anyth8ing else. Case in point: when I was at home after the operation, they basically didn't care and let the stuff run to the ground, waiting for me to come back and settle everything. Then they had the nerve to say it was *my* fault for having the operation. Excuse me? You're not the one with the easily-twisting ankle, so it's none of of your fucking business when or if I have any operation. It's my health, not yours.

There are some people who are the opposite though, like my ex-boss. There were quite a few things missing, and he'll try to help as much as possible without doing anything illegal, and even though I doubt he can do much, at least he's willing to try. It's out of my hands now, so I'm not going to dwell too much on it.

Still getting ready for tomorrow.. gah, there's so much to do. o.O;;