That Old Cat... and Love

We already have enough cats in our house to form a 3-man ninja cat team... or whatever that means. Well anyway, this dirty, smelly and old cat appeared out of nowhere and was working his way through the rest and scavenging on leftovers.

I didn't want him there so I got a stick and tried to scare him away. Unfortunately, he just went around me and ran to our cats' feeding plate and grabbed whatever he could. I was pushing him away with my feet with gentle force but he was so stubborn.

Then it got me thinking...

This dirty, smelly, old cat is willing to take a few beating just as long as his hunger is satisfied... which directs me to my experience in love. Hunger and Love has something in common - you can control them, delay them, deny them but you will still feel them in the end.

... and you know what? You can push me and scare me away... but I will work my way to your heart. Stubborn? Yeah ;)

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EDIT: NOVEMBER 9, 2011

My mom told me she found the cat lying beside our car... lifeless. I guess his mission to make me realize something is accomplished so he went back to cat heaven.

R.I.P. anonymous cat... and thank you

Jet Skiing and My Personality

So the jet ski dude said: "If you know how to drive a motorbike, it'll be easy."

It's really ironic... I had my stint as a trainer at work and gave my share of assurance to my trainees but I hate it when other people give me one!

My turn on the jet ski came and after the jet ski dude gave me other instructions, I was on my own. I stood, pulled the accelerator to max and flew like a rabid wolf on meth. I effin' don't know where to go and I don't care... the strong wind was trying to knock me down but I held tighter. I was going too fast that my jet ski was bouncing up on the lake water.

I went far away from the bank and saw myself at the heart of the lake. My excitement for speed intensified to unimaginable heights.

I indulged in great speed. I was shaking because I don't know if what I am doing is alright but I went ahead and enjoyed the freedom.

I was free... no one was there to hear me yell "YEEEAAHH!" and tell me that I'm splitting their eardrums.

I was free... no one was there to see me burn the engine and tell me to slow down before I fall down...

... and it happened.. I took a sharp curve and my jet ski rotated 360 degrees but I was still on. It scared the shit out of me. I am wearing a life jacket and the safety clip is in place... I stopped looked around me and I started feeling scared... really really scared.

I realized that I am lost... I was disoriented... I didn't know where I am, how I got there and which way is back.

I realized that the water that I am raping was effin' deep... I drowned... because of my worries. What if I fell in the water and never floated? What if some sort of a water creature suddenly emerged from underneath, pulled me down and ate me.

My heart beat like a jackhammer...

I was so confident I won't fall down until I almost fell. I wanted to get out of where I am at so again, I fled in haste. On my way back, I never slowed down... still screamed on the top of my lungs and enjoyed.

"Oh, kamusta?"

"Putang ina, nakakaadik pala mag jet ski! Syet, gusto ko pa!"

Already getting a good grasp of my personality? Yes, that's how I am ;)