Starting a New Life Abroad

+ Ever tried to look up "Dumb Blonde" on Google Images?
- No.
+ Do you know what will happen if you do?
- No.
+ You’ll see that most of the results display Paris Hilton’s face.

Yeah.

Well, anyway.

Last minute change-of-plan sucks arse.

I
received a request for such action yesterday, causing my brain to rack
up a series of quick thinking, phone calls and a variety excuses to
minimise the damage. I must say, I was surprised with the alternatives
I was able to came up with in such short notice. Perhaps I wasn’t that willing to screw up my two consecutive weekend plans.

Surely
by now you’ve realised that I’ve been talking about my weekends? It
wasn’t about work at all or anything formal like that. I do take my
weekends seriously.

So I guess I shouldn’t be that disappointed for having to refuse another offer to own a kitten.
Yes, a kitten.
Most
people who know me well are aware of how much I love cats and how I
desperately long to have one here in Jakarta. Within two months, I’ve
already received 3 offers to adopt a kitten for free. But
unfortunately, I couldn’t say yes to any, for some feline-descriminating reasons.

The first reason, the landlord doesn’t allow me to keep a pet in the
flat. Not even a bloody fish! It’s clearly written in the
landlord-tenant contract, which I can’t dodge no matter how good I am
at making excuses. Keeping the cat in secret will put my deposit
constantly at stake coz the landlord might find out. To be honest, I
can’t never consent to sacrify that much of dough even if it’s for the
cutest cat in the world. After all, I don’t fart in quid.

And there’s another reason that relates to my earlier rant on my
weekend plans. If I had a cat, the poor thing would have to be alone on
its own most of the time as I work full-time and travel part-time. I
can’t possibly put the kitty in my handbag when I go.

Hmm…
Now I’ve forgotten what I initially wanted to write.
I’ve never been good at exercising my long-term memory capability.
Or the short-term one for that matters.
Mentioning Paris Hilton has only made it worse.

Hmm…
Books?

blabla..bla bla bla obladi oblada and then…..finally bla bla bla bla
…….
…….

And now what?

Movies?

hmm blablabla bla….ble ble ble blo
……..
……..

I think now I remember what I was trying to write.

Seriously.
No Paris Hilton can write this long.
Especially not the one who says,
"Every
woman should have four pets in her life. A mink in her closet, a jaguar
in her garage, a tiger in her bed, and a jackass who pays for
everything."

PS. I’m afraid I cannot give you a straight answer shall you inquire about my out-of-the-blue vent on Paris Hilton.