... 6-kilo cat, Panda, is a 10-month old male with bright green eyes and the sissiest meow. I sit on him whenever he gets in my way, and he doesn't seem to mind. He's pretty huge for his age, but is a bit lethargic, and is more of a gargoyle perched on my front steps rather than an adventurer like my other cat, Aki. He'll also look at you in the eyes and stare into your soul like he's trying to suck out all your will so you'll feed him for the twentieth time that day. With a skill like that, he doesn't need to do much to get attention, and as far as I know, he's not all that wont to wander around my neighbourhood.

So for the life of me, I have no idea how he could've gotten a distinct paint stain on his tail. Granted, his tail's long and he brandishes it like a whip, so maybe he brushed it up against a wet wall; but for some strange reason he's been a bit more vocal than he usually is, like he wants to tell me something, so I'm not going to rule out the idea that someone used my cat's tail as a makeshift paintbrush.

And right now i'm feeling slightly suspicious of the man who's working on building the shed behind my house. This is the same man whose voice was the first thing I heard a few mornings ago in a medley of meows, complete with intonation, which let me know he either:

a) speaks Cat;
b) is slightly insane; or
c) is simply tapping into his inner child in all its glorious abandon, since I suppose he wasn't quite expecting some to listen to him talk to a cat.

Being quite ecentric myself I opted for (c) at first, but when I saw the paint on Panda's tail I started contemplating (b) as being slightly more plausible. Mind you, when I say insane I don't mean anything to offend the mentally handicapped; I mean the kind of insane that was featured in a Disney movie about a lady who made clothes out of animal fur.

My ninja skills will prove valuable for the next few days, as I spy on my target.

Ninja... detective... skills.

Yeah.

... me if you find this overly eager (for lack of a better word; the English language doesn't seem to have a term that's appropriately equivalent to "sakai"), but I had no idea Supasave stocked these until just now:

The Mars had a blurb boasting how much better it was than a lot of sports drinks; I didn't realise it was actually competing in the sports arena (get it? haha), I thought most people ate the bar just because it's chocolate, and that it's pretty good. Kinda like a substitute for Snickers, for the unfortunate souls who are allergic to peanuts; a poor man's Snickers, if you will. And I suppose since the beverage has 1.5 g of fat (unspecified whether it's saturated or otherwise, though) per 100 ml I guess they're marketing it as a "bit" of a "health" "drink".

Here goes...

Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't have kept my hopes up that it would actually taste like a Mars Bar. It's more of a... Dutch Lady Chocolate Milk-esque taste. Only the aftertaste is somewhat reminiscient of an actual Mars Bar, and even then it doesn't linger for long. I'm not that big a fan of sugary products, and this is almost crossing the line into sickly sweet, so I suppose if you're a bit of a sweet tooth you'd like this. But since it's 74% milk anyway, you'd be better off buying the real thing, rather than opt for this drink just because it has Mars written all over it. Plus you'd be saving yourself about a dollar or so, since this costs about $3 for a 388ml bottle. I'd give it 2.5 stars out of 5, not amazing, not horrible. Just average.

Look at me, the wannabe food critic. Haha.

Oh, and props to B for showing me this vid:



Hahahaha. I love the Count.

I must find this man, and marry him.

Love it.

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Yes, all the work is making me go slightly insane.

But then again, so what else is new.

... I wonder why I kept doing that to myself.

You keep me highminded.




I'll miss you, Pooh.

x

... certainly not the first time that I've thought of withdrawing from the whole concept of romantic relationships. In some space or time, I have no doubt that I had come to the simple conclusion that if I were never to endeavor in the beginnings (or even, entertain the thoughts of a potential mate) of a relationship, then surely I wouldn't find myself going through those abhorrent moments in its break down, riddled with all the oftentimes exasperating human emotions in their worst element.

But I suppose that's one of the troubles with remembering past determination: stripped of the adrenaline and said emotion, it appears all too easy to forget why I thought of it as being such an attractive modus operandi in the first place.

And then there are times like these, when it just seems like history is repeating itself, which corresponds quite perfectly to the times that I wish the 'Delete' button on my keyboard was somehow connected to my temporal lobe. Either that, or the company from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was real.

Of course the lessons learned from the experience were valuable. I just see no point in going through them again and again, simply because I crave to feel something (in vain). Surely an improvement on my life could be for me to direct this to something much more worth it. Problem is, after years of being a somewhat stereotypical romantic, I've found myself in something of a predicament as to what would truly match the elation, as the alternatives I have in mind are much too liable and unstable.

Ah well. For now I may just have to keep chanting a semi-appropriate mantra under my breath.

Plus, I guess I've got my 2010 resolution, then.

Happy New Year, m'loves. May your second decade of the new millennium be better than the first.