Hedonistics Anonymous
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The little crown princePosing regally on a Business Strategy textbook does not make you more intellectual, my boy.
Okay, off you go now... mummy has to study.
Monday, July 30, 2007
I have a foochow hamsterWhen I clean the boy's cage during the weekend, sometimes I let him walk around the living room under the watchful eye of my sister.
This is the boy's second favourite spot in the living room, after the small space behind the bench leg. I think he looks like an overfed seal. Mr C thinks he looks like a submarine.
This picture never fails to make me smile because of the boy's ultra-pissed foochow facial expression. You can almost hear a flatly uttered "mai cibaiiiiiii" coming out the of boy's mouth.
Btw, do not attempt to handle or pat the boy when he's foochow-ing. Chances are you'll get your fingers nipped.
Btw, do not attempt to handle or pat the boy when he's foochow-ing. Chances are you'll get your fingers nipped.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Hamster cookieLast night I baked for my hamster.
Before you find this odd, I'll have you know that the boy doesn't eat his veggies. Therefore, I'm literally throwing away 1/3 of his hamster mix because the alfalfa pellets get the cold shoulder.
Even my mother calls the boy "kan sek lou", which in Cantonese literally means Fussy Eater Guy.
And then I stumbled upon this site which provides recipes for hamster, rabbit and guinea pig snacks.
Before you find this odd, I'll have you know that the boy doesn't eat his veggies. Therefore, I'm literally throwing away 1/3 of his hamster mix because the alfalfa pellets get the cold shoulder.
Even my mother calls the boy "kan sek lou", which in Cantonese literally means Fussy Eater Guy.
And then I stumbled upon this site which provides recipes for hamster, rabbit and guinea pig snacks.
Voila, my first baking attempt in a decade. This is a modified version of the hamster cake. I made it using alfalfa mush, chopped carrots, chopped green apples, and crushed sunflower seeds. Then I tossed it into the toaster oven (couldn't be arsed to figure out how to use the convection feature of the microwave) and baked it 20 minutes.
Yes, I'm vaguely aware that it looks like shit, but trust me... my kitchen smelled heavenly from the roasting sunflower seeds and apples. The cake came out more like a large cookie, dry and hard on the outside and slightly moist on the inside.
The boy tried to pick out the sunflower and apple bits but at least I know he's getting some alfalfa in his diet.
The boy tried to pick out the sunflower and apple bits but at least I know he's getting some alfalfa in his diet.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Strange little girlThere are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sing, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sing, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.
By Neil Gaiman for Tori Amos. Can you see why I absolutely adore his writings?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sometimes we're no different from themA little bit of personal poetry that was playing in my head during my drive home yesterday. So cynical, and yet it made me smile.
Sometimes
I think I deserve an award
For the things I do for you
And then I remember that
Politics
Is such a dirty word.
Anyway, when PP Boy said that he would sell his hamster soul for a lifetime supply of mealworms, he wasn't kidding. Here's the little furry shark in action.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Harry Potter books are meant to be read only onceSsshhh.. I am reading the hottest book available now.
Yes, you guess it.. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
And no, I didn't fork out RM109.90 to buy the book because I believe in piracy and why-pay-when-you-can-get-things-for-free. Hence, the e-book.
I love bittorrent. :)
Strangely enough, I would rather fork out cash to complete my collection of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. I bought one Harry Potter novel a few years back... book #5 I think, The Order of the Phoenix. I bought it for RM99.90, read it once, and chucked it in the book cabinet.
It still looks brand new in its dust jacket.
Fuck.
I know better now.
Yes, you guess it.. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
And no, I didn't fork out RM109.90 to buy the book because I believe in piracy and why-pay-when-you-can-get-things-for-free. Hence, the e-book.
I love bittorrent. :)
Strangely enough, I would rather fork out cash to complete my collection of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. I bought one Harry Potter novel a few years back... book #5 I think, The Order of the Phoenix. I bought it for RM99.90, read it once, and chucked it in the book cabinet.
It still looks brand new in its dust jacket.
Fuck.
I know better now.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Foodaholic
Mr Lee, if you're serious about getting me a Liverpool jersey, this is the one I want. The new Away Euro kit. :)
And if for any reason I can't get your Sempoerna, what other brands of ciggies would you like? Frankly, why smoke Sempoerna when I can get you Dunhill or Marlboro? But it's your choice lah, just let me know. If my friend doesn't want to bring it to UK, I'll resort to courier method. Heh.
And if for any reason I can't get your Sempoerna, what other brands of ciggies would you like? Frankly, why smoke Sempoerna when I can get you Dunhill or Marlboro? But it's your choice lah, just let me know. If my friend doesn't want to bring it to UK, I'll resort to courier method. Heh.
Anyway, B brought me to Seattle Coffee on Friday night for my usual comfort food.
My seafood quiche. Not very nice because the fishy smell was slightly overpowering.
B's onion and olive quiche. I snitched a few olives despite being an olive hater and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the olives were mildly sweet! Very nice.
My banana creme smoothie with chocolate powder on top. There was a new amaretto ice-blended drink which I really wanted to try but unfortunately I can't take coffee at night.Miss Thongs (I mean Mrs!) treated me to a meal at Bella Italia last Thursday night. I guess herding rose petals has its advantages after all. Haha.
The food there was good. I mean SERIOUSLY GOOD, okay.
Both of us managed to down two portions of bruschetta (10 pieces altogether), a whole plate of fettucine carbonara, a whole pepperoni and mushroom pizza, tiramisu, and panna cotta. The bill came up to RM70+, but fuck... it was worth every single penny.
Kuching people, stop wasting your money at half-arsed Italian/western eateries (such as the one named after a herb at Chong Lin Park) and get your ass over Bella Italia. Seriously. It's THAT good.
It has Kenny Sia's stamp of approval.
Ember worships their fettucine alfredo.
Galvin loves the food there. Take his advice and order ANY of the pasta dishes. You definitely would not go wrong with your choice.
Unfortunately, we didn't take any pictures of the food that night because we were starving.
The food there was good. I mean SERIOUSLY GOOD, okay.
Both of us managed to down two portions of bruschetta (10 pieces altogether), a whole plate of fettucine carbonara, a whole pepperoni and mushroom pizza, tiramisu, and panna cotta. The bill came up to RM70+, but fuck... it was worth every single penny.
Kuching people, stop wasting your money at half-arsed Italian/western eateries (such as the one named after a herb at Chong Lin Park) and get your ass over Bella Italia. Seriously. It's THAT good.
It has Kenny Sia's stamp of approval.
Ember worships their fettucine alfredo.
Galvin loves the food there. Take his advice and order ANY of the pasta dishes. You definitely would not go wrong with your choice.
Unfortunately, we didn't take any pictures of the food that night because we were starving.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Ask PP Boy
PP Boy was tagged by Chester the golden retriever to list 8 things about himself.
PP Boy says:
1. I have two sisters back at the pet shop. Both are half my size.
2. I will sell my little hamster soul for a lifetime supply of dried mealworms.
3. I am toilet-trained in the pee department. However, once in awhile I *accidentally* pee somewhere outside my litter box just to annoy my mum.
4. I am NOT fat. I''m just big-boned. :)
5. I'd rather starve than eat dried alfalfa pellets. I don't even know why they add alfalfa pellets to hamster mix. Alfalfa is for rabbits. Do I look like a fucking rabbit?
6. I can suck my own cock. Yes, it sounds very gay but trust me, I can do it despite my tummy flab. Oh and btw, for those of you who have never seen a hamster penis before... mine's dark red. :)
7. I don't run on my wheel. I think it's a brainless, energy-wasting activity.
8. I am still a virgin and I'll probably die one. Sigh.
PP Boy says:
1. I have two sisters back at the pet shop. Both are half my size.
2. I will sell my little hamster soul for a lifetime supply of dried mealworms.
3. I am toilet-trained in the pee department. However, once in awhile I *accidentally* pee somewhere outside my litter box just to annoy my mum.
4. I am NOT fat. I''m just big-boned. :)
5. I'd rather starve than eat dried alfalfa pellets. I don't even know why they add alfalfa pellets to hamster mix. Alfalfa is for rabbits. Do I look like a fucking rabbit?
6. I can suck my own cock. Yes, it sounds very gay but trust me, I can do it despite my tummy flab. Oh and btw, for those of you who have never seen a hamster penis before... mine's dark red. :)
7. I don't run on my wheel. I think it's a brainless, energy-wasting activity.
8. I am still a virgin and I'll probably die one. Sigh.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
A picture paints a thousandI know my B loves me because he brings me to nice places to eat.
Chicken rice @ Aurora Court
My all-time favourite non-Japanese food: Turkey ham and cheese panino @ Seattle Coffee. I like to slather mine with loads of mustard, but Miss Thongs prefer tartar sauce.
Bacon and turkey ham quiche. I love quiche. It's comfort food at it's best.Anyway, Miss Thongs (eh, cannot be Miss anymore) got married yesterday and she asked me to be her witness and also accompany her for her outdoor photoshoot.
The first photoshoot was by a stream on the way up to Damai Beach. No photos from me there because I was too busy fanning myself from the humidity and worrying about mosquito bites. I was the rose petal catcher (together Mr J's cousin). It was Mr J's idea. He came up with this marvellous *cough* plan to float a bunch of rose petals down the stream where he and Miss Thongs would pose and pretend to catch them daintily.
The truth was more like this:
Mr J's cousin hid behind a rock and released the petals into the water. I was standing behind the photographer waiting to catch stray petals from floating off because we had to use them in another shoot. At first it went okay. I managed to scoop up all the petals. Then Mr J suggested scattering the petals in the deeper end of the stream while he and his bride posed in the water.
Right.
The truth was more like this:
Mr J's cousin hid behind a rock and released the petals into the water. I was standing behind the photographer waiting to catch stray petals from floating off because we had to use them in another shoot. At first it went okay. I managed to scoop up all the petals. Then Mr J suggested scattering the petals in the deeper end of the stream while he and his bride posed in the water.
Right.
While the couple in white stood calm and serene, Mr J's cousin and I were squawking and jumping around like monkeys trying to trap every single rose petal before they threatened to float downstream. I was like ACK!! OMGTHEPETALSAREESCAPING!! FASTER HERDTHEMBACK!! HERDTHEMBACK!! MR J, THIS WAS YOUR IDEA SO YOU BETTER RESCUE THE FUCKING PETALS!!
Sand graffiti is not a crime.
This picture and the one below is fantastic, if I do say so myself. No photoshop needed, only to add the watermark. Once in awhile when my phone churns out breathtakingly awesome pictures, I feel like the luckiest person on earth. No kidding.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
It's a long and winding road that leads to hellThis post was inspired by something someone said over the weekend.
... and then it's over.
You toss and turn, unable to sleep. He's snoring away gently, basking in post-coitus dreams of hot-blooded males. You prop yourself up on one elbow and admire the smoothness of his back in the semi-darkness, the blades, the slight indentations of the ribcage.
You want to reach out and touch them.
Not in a sexual, lustful manner... but more to show gratitude. A feeling of appreciation. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for needing me as much as I need you. Thanks for being a friend during the day and a lover at night. Thanks for everything even though I know that you have someone else to go home to later.
I do love you, you know.
But you'll never know, because I'll never tell you.
What happens when you fall for a fuckbuddy? Do you go all out to unsluttify the status the relationship, or do you set up an armoured front for your rampant emotions? Either way, it's a lose-lose situation. When you boil everything down to basics, all you are is just a pair of tits and a wet inlet for his schlong.
Cardinal rule of fuckbuddy relationships: Never ever fall your fuckbuddy.
The boy stirs and stretches a sleepy arm out for one of your rounded pups. You let him. It's a neverending cycle on the carousel of lust.
Time for some bed-creaking action...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Dog day outI stopped by at Amazing Pets at Fortune Land yesterday after work to scout for hamster treats (dried anchovies) for the boy. Contrary to the pictures, I don't like to shop at Amazing Pets because their prices tend to be on the high side, but they have a nice selection of pet stuff that's worth browsing through.
I would advise Kuching pet owners to shop at Pet Zone (behind the Celcom building at Jalan Satok) or for specific hamster supplies - Pet Care World (on top of Park Lane) because the owner supplies hamster stuff to other pet shops in Kuching. Unfortunately, their odd operating hours (9am to 4pm) makes it impossible for me to drop by after work.
Anyway, I saw the cutest Shih Tzu pup at Amazing Pets. Very photogenic too. Despite their cute outward appearance, Shih Tzus are generally not photogenic. Their flat faces become even flatter in pictures. Some of them have an overshot underbite, making them look rather bulldoggish. But this Shih Tzu was very cute. Maybe because it responded to my tapping on the glass and obligingly posed nicely for a few shots. Heh.
I would advise Kuching pet owners to shop at Pet Zone (behind the Celcom building at Jalan Satok) or for specific hamster supplies - Pet Care World (on top of Park Lane) because the owner supplies hamster stuff to other pet shops in Kuching. Unfortunately, their odd operating hours (9am to 4pm) makes it impossible for me to drop by after work.
Anyway, I saw the cutest Shih Tzu pup at Amazing Pets. Very photogenic too. Despite their cute outward appearance, Shih Tzus are generally not photogenic. Their flat faces become even flatter in pictures. Some of them have an overshot underbite, making them look rather bulldoggish. But this Shih Tzu was very cute. Maybe because it responded to my tapping on the glass and obligingly posed nicely for a few shots. Heh.
I took this picture of a pug for MK, my office's resident pugaholic. It looked very depressed. According to Miss Pugaholic, affection-starved pugs can lapse into serious depression. I think it's true. You can't tell from the pictures, but the poor pug had red, rheumy eyes with a borderline schizophrenic look in them.
And no, the stoned mutt did not respond one bit to my glass-tapping.
And no, the stoned mutt did not respond one bit to my glass-tapping.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Do not disturb the boy when he's eating
My mother made me tie a few pieces of charcoal to the ceiling of the cage to absorb the slightly pungent hamstery smell. I must say the method works.
Now if only I could tie a piece of charcoal to the boy's back. It's great that he's toilet-trained. But then again, he has a nasty habit of rolling around in the litter box. Luckily I'm alot more forgiving and so he's not subjected to daily showers, although I do put out a container of apple-scented bath sand for the boy to roll, burrow, and lastly pee into when he's done.
Now if only I could tie a piece of charcoal to the boy's back. It's great that he's toilet-trained. But then again, he has a nasty habit of rolling around in the litter box. Luckily I'm alot more forgiving and so he's not subjected to daily showers, although I do put out a container of apple-scented bath sand for the boy to roll, burrow, and lastly pee into when he's done.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Alphabet memeI tagged myself with the alphabet meme (ripped off Snglguy's blog) because I is so bored ok.
A - Age: 27
B - Band: Rubberbands. They're good for holding things together.
C - Career: Working towards becoming a tai-tai.
D - Drink or Smoke: Smoke. Sobranie Mints Slims, if you want to know.
E - Easiest Friends To Talk To: All of them.
F - Favorite Four-Letter Word: Fuck.
G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Both. Cola or lime-flavoured rocks my socks.
H - Have a Girlfriend: Erm no. I'm not lebanese.
I - In love: Definitely.
J - Junk Food You Like: Pringles Sour Cream.
K - Kids: One. My hamster.
L - Longest Ride Ever: Some guy who took almost an hour to cum.
M - Favorite Movie: The Virgin Suicides.
N - Names For Your Future Kids: Definitely NOT Ronaldinho or Pele.
O - One Wish You Have Now: To be rich.
P - Phobias: Accumulated smegma (dick cheese) and B.O.
Q - Favorite Quotes: "Why pay less when you can pay more?" -Hing's sister.
R - Reasons To Smile: Coming home to find that the boy has successfully done all his peeing business in the litter box.
S - Sleeping Hours: Too little to mention.
T - Time You Woke Up: 7 am.
U - Unknown Fact About You: I like to keep the nail on my little finger long, ahbeng style.
V - Vegetable You Hate: Lady's finger and pumpkin
W - Worst Habit: Procrastination.
X - X-rays You’ve Had: None.
Y - Yummy Foods: Japanese food. Sashimi to be exact.
Z - Zodiac Sign: Tauro
I see red
OH GODDDDDDDD.. I HATE STUPID PEOPLE WITH A VENGEANCE!!!
ESPECIALLY STUPID RICH PEOPLE.
Some rich Malaysian yuppie wrote in the local papers that he went to this fund-raising gala dinner organized by high class society. I think it was some debutante ball, where old rich datin bitches show off their coming-of-age daughter bitches to the society. And one datuk had the NERVE to comment that the "fund-raising" part of the dinner was to teach their children the meaning of charity.
Fucking hell.
If you really want to teach your little brats the meaning of charity, then donate 99.9% of your ill-gotten wealth to a charitable body. Or make them do 40 hours of volunteer work per week at the rumah orang buta or orang cacat. I personally find it insulting that rich people have the cheek to flaunt their Prada, Fendi, Gucci, LV, whatever, under the guise of fund-raising and charity. If you have the guts to flaunt your wealth, just do it without making some lame-ass excuse.
It makes my blood boil. Seriously.
ESPECIALLY STUPID RICH PEOPLE.
Some rich Malaysian yuppie wrote in the local papers that he went to this fund-raising gala dinner organized by high class society. I think it was some debutante ball, where old rich datin bitches show off their coming-of-age daughter bitches to the society. And one datuk had the NERVE to comment that the "fund-raising" part of the dinner was to teach their children the meaning of charity.
Fucking hell.
If you really want to teach your little brats the meaning of charity, then donate 99.9% of your ill-gotten wealth to a charitable body. Or make them do 40 hours of volunteer work per week at the rumah orang buta or orang cacat. I personally find it insulting that rich people have the cheek to flaunt their Prada, Fendi, Gucci, LV, whatever, under the guise of fund-raising and charity. If you have the guts to flaunt your wealth, just do it without making some lame-ass excuse.
It makes my blood boil. Seriously.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Napoleon Dynamite
I spent yesterday afternoon watching Napoleon Dynamite, which IMHO is a dumb movie in a brilliantly funny sort of way.
I especially like the part when there Pedro (the super blur Mexican) was running against Summer (bubbly bimbotic cheerleader) for class president. Here are their speeches:
Summer: (in a breathy bubbly voice) Well, I'd never thought I would make it here today. I would be a great class president because I promise to put two new pot machines in the cafeteria. And I'm also gonna get a glitter Bonne Bell dispenser for all the girls' bathrooms. Oh, we're gonna get new cheerleading uniforms. Anyway, I think I'd be a great class president. Who wants to eat chimmychangas all year long? Not me. See, with it will be summer all year long!
Pedro: (in a slow, monotonous, Mexican-accented voice) Hello. I don't have much to say. But I think it would be good to have some holy Santos brought to the high school. To guard the hallways and bring us good luck...
MUST WATCH OK.
I especially like the part when there Pedro (the super blur Mexican) was running against Summer (bubbly bimbotic cheerleader) for class president. Here are their speeches:
Summer: (in a breathy bubbly voice) Well, I'd never thought I would make it here today. I would be a great class president because I promise to put two new pot machines in the cafeteria. And I'm also gonna get a glitter Bonne Bell dispenser for all the girls' bathrooms. Oh, we're gonna get new cheerleading uniforms. Anyway, I think I'd be a great class president. Who wants to eat chimmychangas all year long? Not me. See, with it will be summer all year long!
Pedro: (in a slow, monotonous, Mexican-accented voice) Hello. I don't have much to say. But I think it would be good to have some holy Santos brought to the high school. To guard the hallways and bring us good luck...
MUST WATCH OK.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
So that's why they're called HAMburgers
Sonny boy, you really have to learn how to embrace your paparazzi or else I'm going to run out of blogging material. Look, I wake up at 7am every morning to feed you, change your water, give you clean bedding, replace your bath sand and litter, and scoop out your little shit balls one by one. Really, the least you could do is give me FIVE adorable poses daily. Really. Is that too much to ask for?
Btw, the boy is getting really fat. And slightly cranky. And according to my mother, very lazy. My mother is very fascinated by him. She probably thinks that he's the only hamster on earth that knows how to daintily hold a sunflower seed between the paws and crack it open. Oh, and probably the only hamster who knows how drink from a water bottle. My sister secretly told me that my mother spends at least 10 minutes everyday watching the boy. And when I get home from work, she'll tell me the amazing and wonderful miracles he performed while I wasn't around.
Which is how I know that yesterday afternoon he pushed his dice-sized cube of timothy grass out of his plastic house.
"So strong!" my mother enthused.
My colleague MK is always calling PP Boy fat. And last night another colleague of mine, N, came to my house to see the boy. N has no love for animals big and small, but last night she was fascinated by PP Boy and even held him for a few seconds.
"Cute or not? Cute right?" I asked proudly.
"Very cute..." she answered.
Pause.
"..and fat."
Btw, the boy is getting really fat. And slightly cranky. And according to my mother, very lazy. My mother is very fascinated by him. She probably thinks that he's the only hamster on earth that knows how to daintily hold a sunflower seed between the paws and crack it open. Oh, and probably the only hamster who knows how drink from a water bottle. My sister secretly told me that my mother spends at least 10 minutes everyday watching the boy. And when I get home from work, she'll tell me the amazing and wonderful miracles he performed while I wasn't around.
Which is how I know that yesterday afternoon he pushed his dice-sized cube of timothy grass out of his plastic house.
"So strong!" my mother enthused.
My colleague MK is always calling PP Boy fat. And last night another colleague of mine, N, came to my house to see the boy. N has no love for animals big and small, but last night she was fascinated by PP Boy and even held him for a few seconds.
"Cute or not? Cute right?" I asked proudly.
"Very cute..." she answered.
Pause.
"..and fat."
I'm the proud owner of an Eric Cartman hamster. Just look at those KFC drumstick arms.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
The things I do for my little boyMy handphone alarm rings. It's 7am. I don't hit the snooze button. Instead I patiently get out bed and go downstairs to the back of the house where PP Boy's cage is.
He's still awake but he'll be heading to bed soon. He's shredding up pieces of tissue paper in his little plastic house. I tap the roof lightly a few times to coax him out. He comes out, nose twitching, curious. I take the house out of the cage and remove the old tissue paper bedding and hamster poo.
With a plastic spoon, I then search through the sawdust bedding for bits of poo and sunflower seed shells. I toss them into the hamster potty and when I'm done, I remove the potty and empty the soiled cat litter into the bin. I refill the potty with fresh litter and put it back in the cage.
PP Boy is climbing the cage grills. He's getting fatter and more daring. When he's nearing the top of the cage, he swings a little and uses his feet to push the cage door open. I catch him in time and put him in his wheel, where he scampers a few rounds half-heartedly.
I check the food bowl. All the sunflower seeds are missing but he left the rabbit pellets, dried corn and a few millet seeds. I toss the leftover food into the bin and replenish it with fresh seeds and grains.
Now it's time to change the drinking water. I'm faced with a dilemma. Usually I add liquid vitamins (for hamsters) into the drinking water, but it's a waste because the instructions call for 4 caps of vitamins to 30ml of water. PP Boy drinks roughly, what, 5ml of water a day? So it's a bloody waste of vitamins since I prefer to give him fresh drinking water everyday. However, I've come out with a new plan. Instead of adding the vitamins to the drinking water, I take a dried mealworm and break its head off. Using a syringe, I pump 2 or 3 drops of vitamins into the worm's hollow body and feed it to PP Boy. I think he senses that something is amiss because he takes slightly longer longer to eat the worm, but at least this way I don't waste vitamins.
Then I play with him for awhile, before putting him back into the cage. He goes over to the water bottle for a quick drink before heading straight into the house.
By then it's almost 8am.
I feel like a mother of a school-going kid. Wake up early everyday to dress the kid, brush his hair, and make him breakfast.
On second thoughts, I feel like more a maid because my mother never did all those for me. When I was back in school, the maid would wake me up and prepare my breakfast while my parents continued to sleep.
