貓鎮的小公寓
Where Hui & Little Cat Dwell

I will visit Paris one of these days, in April.

I guess the timing just isn’t right this time around.

Until then…

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LC’s bundled up in the gap between the magazine rack and an empty box.

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LC’s bundled up next to the curtain.

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LC’s standing next to the bed, on the opposite side of where the curtain is.

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LC’s… err… where now?

You have to wonder if cats have the ability to be invisible sometimes.

It means one needs to let go of something in order to gain something. It’s probably very close to “win some, lose some”, but it’s not really losing we’re talking about here, it’s more about “letting go”.

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Your mother has taught you well

After thinking about it for ages, I finally tried yoga. After a 75-minute session, I felt well stretched and the instructor felt, probably, cheated. He said to me in a soft voice, “You’re pretty good! Didn’t you say you have only done a little yoga?” I said, “Yeah, my mom taught me some when I was little. She practiced yoga for a very long time. I haven’t practiced much since then.”

“Your mother has taught you well”, he said.

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Gabria

I was dead tired and grumpy when I came home last night after a reeeally long day. All I thought about, at 8 in the evening, is to stay in bed and do nothing. LC, however, was thinking about something totally different. After being waken up by her 3 times in a row, I (literally) threw her out of my room.

ht came in after maybe 30 or 40 minutes, “She really wants to come in. She’s meowing sadly outside. Can I let her in?”

Later that night, right after we turned off the light, she found a spot next to my feet and curled up. Usually she waits ’till after we’re asleep.

I felt terrible about my earlier behavior, and felt extremely lucky that I brought a kitten formerly-named Gabria home.

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Rich Dad, Poor Dad

I kept wondering would I be better off NOT selling all the stocks I’ve sold. Especially in the past few days.

But then, I have a place of my own now, and I still have some shares left in my account…

My dad’s not rich, but he’s not poor, either. It’s enough to raise my brother and me; it’s enough for my parents to be happily retired. We always live comfortably.

Sometimes it’s enough to be somewhere in between.

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Paper and pencil

I have to write things down in order to remember them, I have finally come to the conclusion.

The best form is to write, using a pencil, on a blank sheet of paper, where I can draw my own boxes, lines, exclamation marks here and there. Lined-paper sometimes work, too, but definitely not the fancy shmancy Franklin Planner. I spend more time figuring out how to use it than actually using it.

Computer software doesn’t work for me, either. Tried Lotus Organizer more than 10 years ago. Loved the layout, never put it to real use. Desktop Post-it notes are used for motivational quotes only. I’m really glad I got the PDA with the hand-writing utility. I actually use it more than I use the lists, memos, etc., etc.

After getting all the fancy stuff, I realized that all I need is a sketch book, a nice mechanical pencil, and a Tombow eraser.

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I was wondering how come many of my friends broke up with their boyfriends lately.

daimiao was wondering how come there are so many new-born babies she has to visit lately.

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Step by step, one foot in front of another.

This was last Friday, I think.

I came to work.
I got into the company garage using my badge.
I got off the car.
I went upstairs to the lobby.
I couldn’t find my badge.

Not in my pocket, not in my bag, not in my car (no, not even under the car seats), my badge was just, gone.

And this pretty much summarizes my work life in the past few weeks…