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the street lights go a blinking. after a short drizzle, the streets glistened with puddles of water. the air felt cool and i sat there unmoving drinking in the sounds, the smells and the buzz of human activity around me. a moving shadow coming closer to the seat occupied in front of me turned out to be a spotted cat. it was a lean stray, a singapura cat. it parked itself under the seat in front of me, the occupier above glanced down below but he seemed to say silently, "oh..its just a cat". *notsomehugebigcockroachoranythinghehe* the cat stopped and bent itsself down to lap up what it seemed like pure nectar from the heavens. once its thirst was gone, the cat, oblivious to the music, the smells and the bositerous people talking and laughing and cooing a small baby to talk, simply then walked away. the cat took its time to quench its thirst, its cute furry face devoid of any expression as cats usually are. you never really know if it was happy or sad. it just looked and acted as what is was. a thirsty cat. it didn't stretch, yawn or purr in contentment but rarely could you easily read a cat's emotion. maybe thats why they are said to be mysterious. aloof and in history revered, even worshipped for being what it is, simply a cat. it could be one with its surroundings and you would never have felt its stealthly presence. or at anytime provoked, then maybe would you feel the tense current of electricity running through its body. the cat later took a turn into one of the street and it did not look back. where it was heading and what was its purpose i wouldn't know *itdidnotwearahathaha* and then my reverie broke and i asked myself why i was so interested in the cat? i was in a cafe by the side of a smal lane crowded with people on a humid friday night. wouldn't the means of the activity buzzing around me be of more interest?

when the cat entered my realm of sight, i felt its thirst. just as i was feeling thirsty to fill the silence and and deafness that cloaked me. was i disconnected from reality i asked myself but yet concious enough to follow the cat's trail and feel its thirstness? i looked down and began another chapter of the book i was reading. the cover scrawled in black and orange, "the big questions - how philosophy can change your life". all the while bob marley was singing about freeing your mind from emancipation. the book combined and compiled by a funny guy *ithought* dared you to THINK. i often find myself laughing while leafing through the short snippets of not funny *realilifeepisodes* examples written simply to explain what is philosophy and how to build our life on our choices of philosophy that can help and change your life for the better *alwayslookonthebrightsideisONLYone* :D

surprise! surprise! i also had my last question *refertoyesterday'sentry* answered! by a real life *CUTEbutmarriedwithkids* airpilot :P the best thing about the cafe is anyone can seat anywhere *hehe* and i shared mine coincidently with the cafe owner, the pilot and an englishman on holiday. they talked, i listened and later when it got too interesting to ignore i braved myself to look up and join in. the difference in salary between a ship captain and an airpilot was in their allowance dar... :) movies, art and culture and music of the locals were discussed and because the owner was a rocker, he was of course a stauch advocate of rock mucis and its themes. everyone eventually left and cafe owner had to go cook up the kitchen while i waited or rather lingered on to wait for a friend. she called to ask if i wanted company earlier on and discuss stuff so i said why not, it was drizzling too so i stayed. i looked at my watch and how time flew! i actually wrote down half of this entry waiting and then it was 1030pm already. bobby smsed to ask if i was coming home *itisaFRIDAYnight* and i felt hungry. i called and che sal said she completely forgot about me and that she already HAD dinner and am at HOME. she repeatedly apologised and said it was a pity that i was alone *blinks* and told me not to get home too late and promised to meet tomorrow after work to discuss the intended weekend away to batam for cheap massage theraphy *itischeapertosharearoom*. i need to detox so i said lets discuss costs sometime and hence the promise to meet. for a bit i was miffed but then again i was glad she didn't show up. my conversations could have been filled with shoes, clothes and probably more gossip about girly stuff. and i don't think che sal appreciated my minah talk anyway and would have felt out of place because cafe owner and i shared a bit of a history *platonic* i would have to act mediator and would have missed the cat! and so i ended the teleconvo with my usual, 'if god wills then tommorow we'll meet' but she quickly planned the day out in smack middle town on a saturday to go shopping :s *gaaaaahhhhhhh* i am seriously considering this trip now.

here i am at home, asam pedas in microwave waiting for me and i spy bibik bayu and powwsters both busy ;) i'm going to assuage my hunger and flipped through a book that brought me to the cafe in the first place. cafe owner's girlfriend insisted i read the book. its an international bestseller it seems, 'thick face, black heart - the warrior philosophy for conquering the challenges of business and life'. she still owes me my arabian nights hah! which is still travelling somewhere around singapore. so more on THAT laters.....hungry nie...

stay sane,
amyemeelea