date with gin gin

friday night and i'm at home...and i've stayed at home. this hasn't happened in a long time. came back from work, had dinner alone watching woodlands wellington play some japanese team on tv...lousy commentary some more...worse than mark richmond. came upstairs, decided to blog a bit, then suddenly a brilliant idea came to mind...i'd ask the one and only pussy in the whole world who would come out with me tonight...


nervous gin gin1

my gin gin was kinda reluctant to come out with me at first, but i persuaded her with smooth talking and strokes along her neck. even so, she was a nervous wreck when i carried her out to my car. she probably thought that i was going to bring her to the "needle-infested-and-where-i-lost-my-ability-to-breed" place.

nervous gin gin 2

i kept reassuring her that everything would be ok...i was just going to bring her to the most romantic places in ntu...and finally i got her interested.


curious gin gin

you can actually see the ocean and the lights from the offshore manufacturing plants.


landscape 1

there are a few places in ntu where the scenery is pretty good...


landscape 2

i apologise if you can't access these places, cuz it's kinda for "authorised vehicles only". sorry, better luck next time. muahahaha. =)

gin gin was meowing all the time while i was driving here and there. the sad kinda meow. as if she knew that she was getting too far away from home. cats are like that. they more or less associate with their homes, rather than with their owners. we moved house once. my mom would let gin gin out to play everyday, and for a short period of time, she kept going back to our old house...nostalgia? maybe just familiarity.

dogs are very different. they don't care where they are...as long as they're with the people who love them. i love both cats and dogs. maybe that's why, for me, it's so hard to leave singapore, but at the same time, i wanna move. go figure.