Feeling nosy I went over, only to see one scrawny cream colour kitten with blue eyes (Jiun says all kitten has blue eyes; I didn't know that =_=;;) curled up in the corner looking all fragile and scared. The dogs refused to leave the poor thing alone and I didn't want to hit them because these two dogs are very friendly dogs and has been around the neighborhood for quite some time. I had to spray the dogs with a hose to get them away and then carried the poor kitten into the house.
Rushed in and saw that the only person I knew that owned a cat was luckily online. Yay! Bombarded the poor person with questions and went off to feed the kitty. Poor thing. I keep hoping that the mom would come collect it. *sigh* Now it's in some corner of my house hiding.
Went out to meet Kern and friends later in the night and I was really happy when a friend of mine joined us. We ended up driving around just talking. The talks reminded me of an entry I did some time ago but never posted. Decided that perhaps, I should so...
Growing up, I'm sure everyone aspired to be something or someone. Something as in a doctor, a vet or one thing or another.
Back when I was in high school, I couldn't wait for me to finish my studies and start my life. I must admit that I never enjoyed school, some say it's the happiest time of our life but for me, getting my cert and walking out from the school could chalk as my happiest. I never looked back nor have I set foot in that place after that day.
My grandmother used to own a seafood restaurant just in front of the beach and it was extremely successful, I grew up surrounded by the beach, endless seas, seafood and coffee. My grandmother, my mom and I are all coffee addicts. I guess it's no surprise that I too wanted to own a little cafe of my own one day, nothing fancy, nothing to do with smelly crabs or prawns (I actually love the smell, reminds me of my grandma, lol) but a quaint English cafe serving delicious cakes, cookies and tea or coffee served in fancy porcelain.
I've worked in a bank, a printing press, a radio station and despite it all, my one true love remains in the F&B line. I've enjoyed my time immensely working in Starbucks (but I had one shitty ass control freak manager) and growing up, being a make up artist has never even crossed my mind till recently. I've been lost, confused and unsure of my own talent and where my strength lies and this stresses me up. Like most people suspects, 3 months of not working is indeed draining my savings. If I were to make a decision, I need to make it quick but I'm not ready yet. So what now?
Perhaps some of you are already on your way to achieving your dream or have already achieved it while here I am, still sitting on my big ass wondering if my day will ever come.