This Is Me

Bobby died yesterday, 28th January 2010. He’s a family cat of ours. I believe he died at the age of 12 years and that’s young. Bobby, what a whacky name. I don’t remember who gave that name.

1 down and 5 more cats to go!

Jokes aside, actually I have nothing much to say other than I do feel rather gloomy.

A series of photos will surely lengthen this post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The following pictures were taken on 26th January 2010. It was the day the symptoms shows that he was going soon..

 

Yes, it’s a horrible sight indeed. He was just lying there, his eyes were empty, staring into the space. There was no reaction even though I was waving my hand frantically in front of him. At least his ears was twitching when I made some noises. He was also breathing erratically, it was as if he was short of breath, somewhat exhibiting shallow breathing. And as you can see, his tongue was sticking out. Time to time, he would miss a breath and that really made my heart stop, I kept think that it was time for him to go already.

We sent him to the vet on 26th January 2010. Doctor called yesterday to tell us that he’s gone.

Well.. yeah.

I’m sure he had a lovely 12 years in this house with abundant food. On Tuesday, I padded him and ask for forgiveness for any miserable I have ever caused in his life.

 

Yes that’s me and the cat! God knows how old I was.

In any case, death is inevitable. Everything ends eventually. The question is when?

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A day of annoyance, despondent and euphoria.

May I start with annoyance first? It might get dirty here.
I’m so annoyed with Gordon.

You don’t even understand the  situation that I’m currently in. And there you go accusing me of ‘step emo’. It’s not funny.

I was in the MRT and this guy, his body odor was extreme. He sat beside me. I’m extremely unlucky. I wanted to take out the perfume in my bag and spray it into the air.

Direct School Admission(DSA). I want to apply for that. Junior College perhaps?I don’t know which junior college. I still remember a friend of mine asked me to go to Saint Andrews Junior College because the uniform is nice. Apply for choir but I fear they might push me to alto which I don’t want. I wish to stay in soprano. There is direct school admission to polytechnic as well.

Mdm Gill said we should just give DSA a try as there is nothing to lose. We can also reject the offer even if we’re chosen. I think that is what I read in the paper. Mdm Gill was interesting today during our class. They way she teach us moving around kinda hilarious. Overall Mdm Gill is a nice teacher however we drag going to her class as it is Social Studies. Social Studies is the worst subject ever.

 

Remember this? Looks familiar aye? 26 days has past even since our syf. Looking at this picture still make me feel sad. I still have not gotten over the fact that we got a bronze maybe?