The ginger cat.

Poor thing! :'(

The war in Syria not only affects innocent human beings but also harmless kittehs.

Stop it already, guys.

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.

Good neighbor my butt.

Today was my first day of fasting because I was 'fortunate' enough to have my those days of the month when Ramadhan came. So everything was going great, I wasn't tired, I was cleaning the house, had the usual conversations with zee the better half and it was like any other days and surprisingly, I didn't really think a lot about food.


Aina and I got burgers for our iftar and I was just getting started on my burger when the buzzer went off. We assumed it was that kid who wants his ball back after he kicked it way too high and it ended up in our compound. So we ignored it and continued to watch an awesome Hayao Miyazaki movie. And then it went off again. So I let that 'kid' in by pressing the button on the intercom and went to the lounge to tell this kid to shove off.


And then, through the garden door, came in this tall, blonde guy, wearing a body fit short sleeved army-green shirt, with an army-green khakis pants. He was good looking. And there I was, in my faded jeans, Hard Rock t shirt and a face that might suggest that I haven't showered for days.


He had a strong Russian accent when he spoke.


This is how the conversation went (not precisely, but you get my point)


Guy : Hi there.


Me : Yes?


Guy : Hi, I live next door at number 33. I wonder if you have got any of my mail because I've been waiting for an important letter.


Me : Yea, we normally receive your mail, like your electricity bills. But we haven't got anything new today. How long have you been waiting for this letter?


Guy : About three weeks. I've asked them to resend the letter but I never got it and it has been a long time now.


Me : Who's the letter from?


Guy : The bank, Lloyds TSB.


Aina signaled me from inside to get his full name.


Me : OK, what's your full name?


Guy : *smiles* My phone number?


Me : (Dalam hati : yes, please. HAHAHA JK) No, your full name.


Guy : Stanis Masklovas (I think)


Me : OK, let me check if we've got your letters okay, and then I'll come over if I found anything.




And it turned out there were tonnes, like 10 letters addressed to number 33 that we've chucked in a Zara box outside out door. That Zara box is where we put all the letters and catalogues and magazines addressed to the previous tenants. So I think it has became a habit that we just throw anything that are not addressed to us. So I did the walk of shame to the next door and knocked on the door. So, Mr Neighbor was very grateful and I was very apologetic for not being attentive to the addresses written on the envelopes, as a good neighbor should be.


Guy : Thank you. This is like a big present to me.


You're welcome, Stanis.

These people need help... Stat.

I just can't understand a certain kind of people who seems to feed on other people's failure.

I'm not gonna lie, if I passed an exam for example, and a friend failed, I tend to feel good about myself and at the same time, relieved that I'm not in his/her situation.

But, honestly, it's not like I WANT them to fail or I would feel victorious if they happen to fail all the subjects. Don't you want your friends to pass so that you can celebrate together? I mean, don't you want your friends to be happy?

To me, these people are despicable. And something is wrong inside their heads. Well yea, there must be something wrong for the fact that they think that they get a pot of gold and a unicorn if they succeed and their friends don't. Sick people. And a sick form of motivation if you ask me.

In a nutshell, good luck guys, ACCA results are gonna be out in less than a month.

Ciao, Venezia!

Venice in bullet points :

• Hot. 

• Bring lots of sun block lotion.

• Wear white.

• Don't wear multiple layers of clothing.

• You have to be prepared to do a LOT of walking.

• For photographers of Instagramers (IGers??), Burano Island is a must-go destination.

• Only some of Italian guys are hot. 

• The guys who work on the water taxi or gondolas looked like over-cooked prawns as a result of long exposure to sun.

• I am sick of pizza. Especially margherita pizza and quatro funghi. 

• If your hotel is in Venice itself, you're gonna save a lot of transportation money.

• Out of the three days we traveled from Mogliano Veneto to Venezia St. Lucia by train, out tickets were only inspected ONCE! Pendek kata, kalau berani, no need to buy tickets, travel secara haram. 

• Veneto Designer Outlet offered more choices than Bicester Village outlet.

• Gondola rides cost  €28 for a 40 minutes ride. So tak naik. Haha.

• There were abundance of Gelato shops! And a single scoop on a cone costs 
€1.20.

• Best jugakla Venice.

Just when you thought East London is safe..

What I'm about to write might be contextually different from the title. 


I was drying my hair with the hair dryer (redundant much?) in my room and Aina was out to pick up her friend at the tube station. When I was about to finish I heard the buzzer. It wasn't a repetitive kinda buzz that goes "buzz..buzz..buzz" but instead it was an annoying long buzz like someone who was desperately trying to get in the flat. BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. In my mind, I immediately thought that it must have been Aina who forgot to bring her keys and she's been buzzing since forever because I couldn't hear anything over my cheap hair dryer. 


So I went to the phone that's connected to the buzzer to confirm that it was indeed Aina. So I went, "Woooiii!"
Skali kau, makcik second floor rupanya. HAHAHA.


She asked if I could open my door for her. I guess she has been knocking but again, my hair dryer made me temporary deaf. 


She said that the front gate has been left open with a brick to prevent it from shutting properly. Earlier Aina and I let in a couple of kids because they kicked their ball into our flat compound, and the only access to that compound is by climbing out of the windows. So the kids had to go inside our house, and go out of the window to get their stupid ball. That was not the first time. It's been like 5 times already, I think. Those little brats tried to be clever and stuck a brick in between the gates so that they get in and out of the flat easily. What a bunch of monkeys. 


Segway to a story about the kids.. These kids have no manners at all. If they want their ball, they would buzz our house for like forever! And it is annoying as hell. It never occurred to them that nobody's home or people are at work or other shiz. And then, if we ignored the buzzer, they will start to yell, "EXCUSE ME, CAN WE HAVE OUR BALLS BACK?" AND they will start to bang the gate! I swear if I'm not scared of their parents, I would have gone all cursing in their faces! Hahah.


OK back to the old lady from the second floor. She had asked us to be more vigilant because two weeks ago, someone's house has been broken into by a European while that person is in the house! Then she made a rather racist remark on how the Europeans could not be trusted. I think she meant Eastern European, not like Italian or French European. 


I kept trying to explain to her, if it's true that there was a brick at the gate, Aina would've noticed and removed it. But she kept understanding me saying that Aina was the one who left the gate open. I think my English wasn't so good, she's the native speaker I can't say her English was bad. Haha. What puzzled me was when on Earth did those kids put the brick? She came down and talk to me after Aina had left the house and that was why I was very confuse as to why Aina didn't see the brick. 


I don't think it's the race that's the problem. I think the people who live here in East London is the problem. There are foreigners in Central London as well, but they're different from the ones here. They're a lot more educated and a bit more well-off. You can see that by the way these people dress themselves. I'm not into judging people based on appearance, but when you don't know somebody and need a quick scan of what they're possibly like, their clothes can give you some information. I'm not saying that ALL East Londoners are like that, I've met a few men and women on their way to work and they looked decent. And they looked like they wash themselves on a regular basis. 


In conclusion :


STUPID KIDS. I swear if they ever get their ball in our flat again, I'm gonna give them my best death stare. 

Right when I'm about to study...

Just a spill of what's in my mind recently :

1. I became aware of 'fair trade' goods when my P1 lecturer, John, talked about it in class. I always saw the fair trade logo on groceries stuff such as eggs, coffee, sugar etc. I never knew what it was. Apparently, the stuff that has that logo on it is said to be 'responsibly sourced'. They don't use child labour, they paid the foreign 'cheap' labour at/above minimum wage and stuff like that. John said that if we consume products that doesn't have that logo (usually cheap products) we're irresponsible ourselves for feeding money to the company that operates unethically. The problem now is.... fair trade products are expensive! It's expensive to be a good citizen!

2. Including last night's, I have had two dreams of me getting married. Last night, I saw myself wearing a dark green dress with silver beads. Fortunately I got married to the same guy in both dreams.

3. I don't mind cleaning the house PROVIDED I'm the only one making the mess. Boy, you thought everybody's gone mature once they hit 20. Am I wrong or what. When I complain about this, people would say, "you have to confront that person." Well guess what? I did. And apparently one confrontation did close to nothing and maybe I have to make it a habit, confronting that person on a daily basis. I guess people are right, age is just a number. 

4. How can people eat Herbalife every single day? I've been taking it for only 3 days and I'm dead bored of it already.

5. Responsibility is not a hereditary trait, apparently. 

6. I miss hugging a kitty cat.

7. I have trouble figuring out what font I used for my previous posts.


8. Blogger's new layout is confusing me!


9. Young the Giant is awesome.


10. Here's #10 for completeness sake.

Toodles!