I remember blogging sometime few years ago. Wanted to return last 2017, but I wasn’t able to do so. I think with the better power of technology nowadays, I will be back with blogging. You know what’s unusual? I’m writing this entry while I’m on my uncle’s wake. Advertisements
From an almost to be love quarrel or misunderstanding between lovers, we both managed to deescalate it and it somewhat lead to a few minute talk of life, mainly being happy or happiness. I’ve realized it for so long, when I say I’m happy or when I tell someone that I feel happy, a deep… Continue reading Happiness: Do we feel it?
August 28, when we were on my way home, I have my Pokemon Go opened just for me to fill in the walking kilometer for the eggs to hatch. Then I was able to sight a Meowth on the road, I was like “Oooh! I wish I get that Meowth then I’d show it to… Continue reading Day 12: Meowth
For some, they know that we eat on the dining table on a Mon/Wed basis. Fang would always be around meowing for food, she would always lay down on my lap until we give her a pinch of the food. Now, its just nothing…pure silence and no sign a four-legged buddy who will just… Continue reading Day 11: No meows in the Table
I remember when I bought you home, you kept hiding on every corner of this house, you even slept beside me on the corner of my bed. It was a wonderful feeling. If we can’t find you and we know that you’re inside, we automatically check the corners of the house and I’ll find giving… Continue reading Day 10: Cat-Corner
The day you got here until you died, you were the most purrfect distraction. Getting distracted by errands, academics, gaming, eating, cooking and etc., has never been this adorable and time-consuming. There are times that I will be folding clothes, and you will just sleep on it and I will just pet you and… Continue reading Day 9: Purrfect Distraction
Since the day you lived with us, this house has never been quiet. The noise from your sweet meows, whether hungry, to get in my room, to go out of my room, to go out to take your nature’s call, whenever you would scratch the sofa or the screen of the door, whenever you block… Continue reading Day 8: Silence