Poor thing! :'(
The war in Syria not only affects innocent human beings but also harmless kittehs.
Stop it already, guys.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Passion.
You know that saying, "if you can find a job that you enjoy doing, you don't ever have to work again."
Most of the time I heard it from a celebrity. Yea, who wouldn't enjoy your job, dear rich and famous.
It got me thinking. I don't have a passion for accounting. Sure, I like it, sometimes. But I'm never passionate enough to, you know, get me jumping out off bed every morning. I don't really look for any news regarding the field, I didn't cry when David Tweedie decided to retire & I fell asleep halfway through reading any news article in the business section of BBC News iPhone app.
It dawned on me a couple of months back when I was studying for my exams. I have decided that my true passion is cats. Haha. But how can I turn that passion into an acceptable day job that would stop Dad from complaining? I would love to open up a shelter home for stray cats in Malaysia but hey, I'm no daughter of a Tan Sri. I'd have to work my butt off to raise the money.
I guess I became more certain about my passion after tonight's little 'walk' on the Facebook timeline. A friend of mine shared a photo of an adult ginger cat. I think someone hit its back so hard that its backbone broke. Or maybe it got hit by a car. Or a bomb. The caption's in Arabic so I don't know what it says. Judging by the way the cat stands, I could see that it is in a lot of pain.
Prior to that, I watched the infamous video of a group of young samsengs robbing a cyber cafe. That was sad to watch.
But the picture of the cat got me crying. T___T Kesiannyaaaaaaaaa..
If I have the power and the money, all those people who were/are cruel to animals will go to jail and never be let out ever.
I likez cats. I want to work with them, everyday :3
But working with cats couldn't possibly be my day job, realistically. Dad will kill me. Haha.
Most of the time I heard it from a celebrity. Yea, who wouldn't enjoy your job, dear rich and famous.
It got me thinking. I don't have a passion for accounting. Sure, I like it, sometimes. But I'm never passionate enough to, you know, get me jumping out off bed every morning. I don't really look for any news regarding the field, I didn't cry when David Tweedie decided to retire & I fell asleep halfway through reading any news article in the business section of BBC News iPhone app.
It dawned on me a couple of months back when I was studying for my exams. I have decided that my true passion is cats. Haha. But how can I turn that passion into an acceptable day job that would stop Dad from complaining? I would love to open up a shelter home for stray cats in Malaysia but hey, I'm no daughter of a Tan Sri. I'd have to work my butt off to raise the money.
I guess I became more certain about my passion after tonight's little 'walk' on the Facebook timeline. A friend of mine shared a photo of an adult ginger cat. I think someone hit its back so hard that its backbone broke. Or maybe it got hit by a car. Or a bomb. The caption's in Arabic so I don't know what it says. Judging by the way the cat stands, I could see that it is in a lot of pain.
Prior to that, I watched the infamous video of a group of young samsengs robbing a cyber cafe. That was sad to watch.
But the picture of the cat got me crying. T___T Kesiannyaaaaaaaaa..
If I have the power and the money, all those people who were/are cruel to animals will go to jail and never be let out ever.
I likez cats. I want to work with them, everyday :3
But working with cats couldn't possibly be my day job, realistically. Dad will kill me. Haha.
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