Tuesday: 20/07/10

Okay. So, as part of my daily routine now that I'm at home, I don't sleep at night. I'd stay on my laptop until morning. At 5 am, I started to mix Gypsy's food. Mackerel and chicken-flavoured cat kibble smells so tempting. I also added a couple of mealworms to get her more pumped up to eat. Sounds appetising, doesn't it? I watched her eat her breakfast until she licked it off clean. I feel so relieved and relaxed when I see that she's eating the food I gave her. It convinced me that she's doing well.

After that, I washed up and prepared my own breakfast. I had half-boiled eggs with some ketchup, but somehow managed to spill some on the table. Damn it, I felt so angry at myself. I really hate it when I have to waste such good food like that, even if it was accidental. I was also angry at how clumsy I am. I am a clumsy person, so it seems. Always making stupid mistakes. Apparently.

For a while there, my mood was just spoiled. I was feeling quite fine and dandy when I was with Gypsy, but after that accident, I just suddenly turned mad and cranky. I locked myself in my room for a few minutes, listening to some of elsiane's songs. I suppose I got completely lost in the world elsiane took me, and forgot about my anger.

My brother knocked on my door. I opened it, and he asked if I was awake. I answered yes, and that I'd send him to school again. As he put on his uniform, I took the house keys and the car keys and went on outside to breathe in the fresh morning air.

At the gate of the house in front of ours, Pixie's only son sat on his haunches. He looked at me in interest. I sat down across him and stared back at him. We both turned our heads to watch a myna perch on an electric pole and a squirrel scurry into his garden. I never properly gave him a name, and decided to name him Clark right then as it crossed my mind when I remembered a song by The Postal Service, titled Clark Gable. His fur is more like his father's, George, especially his tail, but his face reminds me so much of his mother. They even have the same one-flopped ear. I smiled and chuckled lowly to myself, trying to hold back tears. I really miss seeing Pixie's cheerful face greeting me every time I go out of the house. I miss running with her even more.

My neighbour, Aunty Fria walked by, in only her nightclothes. I said good morning to her and she replied. She was on her way to Mrs Norliza's house, probably to send something. My brother came out and declared that he wanted to drive, so I dropped the car keys into his hand. We proceeded to get in the car. Facia, Aunty Fria's 16-year-old daughter exited her house and joined us, as usual.

We took our normal route to school and Shahrul stopped in front of the school's small gate for students. The three of us got out of the car simultaneously. Facia said thanks and bye, walking into the school compounds. Shahrul hollered at one of his friends, most possibly to show off to him that he had been the one driving. I just silently walked to get to the driver's seat and drive back home. As I was about to shift gears, someone knocked on the glass window at the seat next to me. At first, I thought, "What the hell is this Indian kid doing?" until I realised, just a few seconds later, that it was my much-missed Master Joel!

I barely recognised him with his very-short hair that uncomfortably showed the shape of his head. What happened to his puffy, fluffy Ian Hecox hair, I don't know. I immediately exclaimed, "You're fucking bald!" and he chuckled. He asked me how I was doing and all, speaking fast, like he always does. It's partly because he really does that and partly because he's got to get to school. But I climbed over to the front passenger seat anyway, just to give him a hug, because I just miss him so much. He finally left after a few more words, but not without ruffling my hair first. I love being someone's pet cat, haha. I drove away, smiling and talking to myself about how lucky I was to get to see him again.

When I got home, I parked the car outside, and got out of the car. Well, tried to. The stupid door wouldn't open, even when I pushed it with my foot or bumped it with my shoulder. I almost thought I would die from being stuck in the car until I stupidly realised that the other doors still work. I knew that particular door has a problem anyway. I complained out loud and turned to walk inside the house, when I saw my father at the front gate. He must have heard me talking to no one in particular, which was embarrassing, but I completely ignored the fact and stormed straight inside, barely saying anything to him.

I went to my room and tried to sleep, but I couldn't, for some reason. So I cleaned Gypsy's cage and watched her antics a bit. I slept sometime around brunch time and was unable to wake up at noon. I was supposed to pick my brother up from school and then send my father to his friend's house, so that they could go to work together. Obviously, I did not and he yelled at me. I just didn't give a damn and continued sleeping, but I was rather pissed off at the fact that he yelled so loud, he woke Gypsy up.

At around 5 pm, I woke up again. I heard foreign voices, which meant Shahrul's friends. I also woke because I noticed there was a power shortage. I heard terrible thunders earlier, which explains it. Poor Gypsy, I only thought about how scared she might have been. I brought her out to the hall room, where light from outside the house shone in and where there was at least some air flow. I played with her a bit, and fed her. My brother's friends only looked on with not-so-surprised faces. Wawan is my best friend Mira's little brother. He's my brother's best friend, too, apparently. What a coincidence, eh? He and another guy I could not name came by because they were finding shelter from the rain. Wawan's father arrived a little later to pick him up, and since the rain had stopped, the other guy could walk back home too.

Shahrul and I watched him go, outside the house. Then, my brother told me that he was going out to the shops to get some ice cream. I asked him to get one for me too. He was just looking for an excuse to drive the car while our parents aren't home, I know. I went in to have my supposed-to-be lunch while I waited for him to come back. Perfect timing, after a somewhat heavy meal, I had ice cream for dessert. I went outside to sit on the swing while I did. After all that heavy downpour, a lot of swallows and dragonflies came out, it seems. I also saw a little sparrow and a pretty magpie amongst them. What a lovely sight.

But when I went inside again, there was still no electricity. My laptop would have run out of battery if I got on it then, so I saved it for later. I lied down on a mattress at the TV room. It was slightly dark and had barely any good air circulation, but I just rolled around dumbly. I found my sister's broken brush and handled it with my hand, pretending to paint. I realised how much I missed painting at campus again. I can't wait to get back to Cyberjaya and see all my friends.

Getting bored, I went outside and to the back of the house. Tina, the dog next door, as usual, started barking. I don't understand her. She barks, but she wags her tail, too. She shut up after I called her name, though. Lassie also wagged her tail when she saw me. She had her voice box removed, so when she barks, it only comes out as a whispery, hoarse bark. They were both yapping because Maxie had been let out of the cage with all her 8 puppies. Those two are always so jealous of Maxie. I gleefully watched the puppies play and bound around the garden, as I haven't seen them yet since I had been in Cyberjaya. The maid that had been looking over them told me that one of them has a bad leg. Poor thing, it had to drag the leg over when it walked. Still, I'm proud of Maxie for delivering them all successfully and being a good mother to them. I think this is her second or third batch of puppies.

The puppies were finally being gathered back inside the cage, so I left and went to the front. I saw some of the Chinese kids in front playing badminton. I noticed that their older cousins came by this time. I sure was shy to meet them and sort of just ignored them. On the other hand, my neighbour Xyriel coincidentally just got out of his house, topless. We noticed each other and went to the fence to talk. He wanted to meet Gypsy, so I told him to wait while I fetched her.

Later, Xyriel and his sister, Facia met me in front of their house, with Gypsy in my hands. Facia kept squealing at her cuteness, but was afraid to touch her in case she got pricked. Xyriel, though, was brave enough to stroke her back. I was surprised to see that she didn't prick him. Everyone else got a taste of her quills whenever they tried to touch her. Wow, I wonder why Gypsy accepted him. My brother was surprised too, and speculated that it was probably our age similarity. Maybe it's because we're both born in August then? Didn't make sense at all. Naturally, I laughed it off.

Half of the house had received electricity, so I took the chance to take a warm bath quickly. I had a calming dip in the hot water, with the relaxing aroma of rose and lavender. I almost slept in the bath tub. I just thought I deserve to pamper myself like so, sometimes. It helps me internally, too. I desperately need all the help I can get. I soon got out and freshened up properly.

As it turned darker inside the house, I just sat outside and chatted with Jacq about her love complications a bit. One of the older Chinese kids from earlier was outside too, facing his phone, as well. I could tell that he wanted to talk to me, but was hesitant. I find no interest in him because my heart still belongs to one... Anyway, I was hoping I could chat with Xyriel, but I heard he went out, so back inside, I went and had dinner in the dark with the family.

The electricity came back, but would go off again. My brother and I were on the laptop together, looking up information on chipmunks as pets. He plans to get one this very weekend. He's using my tactic, not telling our mother, and of course I'd support him. I'm even forking in some cash for him. We talked a lot, another brother-sister moment thing. He mentioned our aunt, and I remembered something important to tell him. It involved our family secrets. He was very shocked to find out about it, but I could tell he was disappointed, and angry, at the fact that the adults hid it from us all this time. I felt the exact same way. Our conversation suddenly turned serious as we went over this fact quietly, whispering in the dark.

"It changes everything," he said. It only made us wonder how many more we do not know and it really frustrates us. After planning something risky, he soon dozed off to sleep. I went to my room and resumed my usual routine of doing stuff on my laptop until it was time to feed Gypsy in the morning again.