for the third time this month, i'll be in subang for dinner.
it has cured my homesickness for the place somewhat, and i love timothy for mustering up the enthusiasm to take two trains out of KL just to go somewhere to eat when there's tons of good food in our area, anyway.

last weekend my family came up to KL for my parent-teacher meeting at college, where I sat, fingers icy cold with nervousness, with my mom and dad, where, across the table, each lecturer seemed to deliver the same standard speech about working hard and trying my best. I wonder if they come up with these standard speeches for the parents, they all sounded amusingly vague and general to me. After that it was quite fun to give them a tour of the area around my college, (petaling street is a five minute walk away) and my little sister looked quite disdainfully at all the imitation goods, (yes, hers are all the real thing). My mom and I like bazzars and pasar malams and quaint little stalls. My sister likes clean, shiny malls and originals. It made me think a bit about what makes you who you are, if you grow into adapting into your environment or if your traits and quirks are predisposed. When they were about to leave, my mom suddenly held my hand and kissed it when saying goodbye. I don't know why I felt like crying at that sudden, unecxpected gesture from her, my family has been so much less affectionate and close in the past few years, for some reason. It's weird but whenever my mom shows or tell me she loves me, I secretly feel like crying.

on another note, I have decided that when I have a household of my own, i will not bother with getting a cat. I used to adore cats, having raised and loved so many kittens when i used to live in PD. I always imagined my future home with at least two cats napping on the rug.

Recently I've had to pet-sit for a few friends I live with while they were on vacation. At first, I was quite pleased at the idea of having a furry companion while I was otherwise alone at home. Boy was I mistaken. Esther was a ginger persian with the most petulant, demanding meows, and she hates to be petted, or picked up, She generally does not like anybody and with proceed to meow at the top of her lungs until she is fed. Fifteen minutes later, she decides she'd like seconds, please, and starts to howl again. When she is outside, she insists on being let in by scratching viciously on the front door, which is a very spooky sound to hear if you're alone at night, and after about five minutes of being allowed inside, she starts meowing to be let out, which I do promptly because dear Esther is not litter-trained. And all this would be excused if she would just return just a little affection, but she is the most aloof, haughty creature I have met.

And then there's my boyfriend's cat, who glowers at me from across the room, and ellicits low, threatenting sounds when I am within a metre's radius from her. Any closer and she will pounce on me and bite and scratch me before someone rescues me. AND IT'S NOT LIKE I WOULD EVER HARM HER, i love animals. I have actual permanent scars to prove the severity of her attacks.

And little Archie, the cat we adopted a while ago. The helpless, adorable little kitten with huge green eyes and a tendency to cuddle up and fall asleep next to me has grown up, and now he will not let us hold him for more then two seconds before turning around and administering a few painful bites and scratches. I keep telling timothy it's the negative influence of his older cat.
Seriously. The cats I raised were never violent with me or my sister. They waited politely to be fed, loved tummy rubs and tickles, and were generally delightful pets to have around.

What is up with the cats here in KL?

I just realized i have blogged almost entirely about cats. I shall refrain from further pathetic blog posts.

p.s/ yesterday we went to jusco and i saw that they had a huge pile of pulasans, which caused me to shriek in delight quite audibly as they barely sell them anywhere, for some reason. They're like rambutans without the hairiness and they're slightly creamier. And because Timothy had never had them, I decided it was a advantageous, convenient excuse to buy some. They were yummy, but I do wonder why most fruit shops just don't sell them.