wabbit

Was accompanying a friend as she snucked a smoke at her void-deck. Earlier on, I had seen a rabbit loping about in the vicinity.

Out of the blue, 2 little unkempt girls trusted a lavender plastic cage under our noses and pleaded that we helped take care of that rabbit because
a) it was injured (bruises on it€™s legs & bones sticking out.)
b) it’s shedding fur (so am I.)
c) it has been abused
d) the cats will eat it.
e) The smaller girl will cry if it gets chucked back into the open.

Extra responsibility?
We get too much of it at work. Not another unwanted concern please. Who else can we arrow? Friends with existing rabbits/ previous rabbit owners / people with gardens / SPCA / House Rabbit Society / gruff but kind friends

The kids are thinking of asking those hooligans at the other void deck to help. I reckoned they may eat the rabbit though. Why on earth do these two young ones have so much compassion? They are eagerly feeding the likely-diseased rabbit with cabbage.

The rabbit, my friend and I traveled in a taxi to my home. Rabbit had a box seat in the boot.

Several options ran through my mind…
I could just toss it away after I get out of the kid’s€™ sight
Bring it to SPCA. Bugger this rabbit. I can’™t possible take urgent leave to bring it to SPCA.
Get it treated at the vet before dumping it in someone’s garden. Merry X’€™mas! You have been good this year!

Rabbit is startled by the movement of the box as I carry it to my flat. What a fearful look it held.

He’€™s out in the corridor now. Thoroughly licking his filthy paw. Ewww. Scruffy and not too lovable.

Get him cleaned up by SPCA.

Maybe get him a cage. I’€™ll change his poo tray everyday. Get a leash and take him for walks.

Nah.

It’€™s better to stick to getting SPCA to fix him up and take him away.

No point in getting into a commitment. Let’€™s move on while we may.

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Update 24-11-04

Got a lift home after 2 bowls of bah kut teh & trillion cups of ‘tie guan yin’.
Lugged a bag of rabbit feed up the stairs.
And I realised that box was no longer in sight and my mom had just washed the corridor.
Mom said, “it ran away.”
Then she admitted,”it gave me a shock! It was jumping and trying to get out of the box… I screamed and the neighbour’s maid helped me bring it to the void deck.”
“Mom, why the hell do you always do this?”

Rabbit wasn’t at the void deck. No sign of a discarded cardboard box.
Take a walk about my void deck and the neighbouring ones. Cast suspicious glances at the groups of young punks loitering around.

Saw a lady with a box in her arms. But it was a small box. That’s the wrong box. But strange, why has the large ragged box ended back at the void deck?

the lady with the small box had gotten into a van.
Quick, get her!
Yes, wabbit was inside the box and the kind-eyed lady wanted to take him home.
How about a pack of rabbit feed and SPCA’s no for his follow-up treatment?
Something to wish his new owner and him well as they start a new life together.

*misty look. Yes, isn’t it great to have a happy ending? : D

Animosity

The tension in my family has reached a new high.

There’s a large part of me that just want out from this home environment.
There are still the good times. The pockets of peace and goodwill but the eruptions and very angry moments are getting too taxing.

Is that why the world is moving out of its homes?

I loved my brother more when he was far away in M. From the sweet & caring guy in M, he’s now this autocratic bulldozer. Yes, he is stressed by his work and so is everyone. I’m sick of his interference in my affairs and his condenscending manner. Still I do realise that my temper is not well-controlled. Everytime, he speaks – I’m either thinking of boxing him or verbally cutting him down. I’m just reacting to his patronising tone.

Let me think of some other ways of dealing with this person that I want to keep at arm’s length for some time. How shall I treat him?
As I type, my anger is subsiding somewhat but I am no less bitter about what has happened.

Well, I’ve to be more independent than before and not rely on him to help with the computer. Our argument started this way -
I’ve been thinking of selling off my IBM. So I am asking my parents for the blessing to sell e danged thing and maybe sponsor a partial sum for a new laptop should I decide to get one.

Bro was hurrying me to delete all the files from my laptop so that he could format it and use it, but I was so angered by his useless remarks about the data that I have yet to transfer, mainly my MP3 songs. Sarcastically asking, “are they really of importance?” and other stupid remarks on how I should have done it since thursday. Is he the only person entitled to spend his weekend at chalets and camps? I have transfered all my other files out & etc, don;t try to tackle me in about such matters, especially when I have to do the work of transferring over 4 GB of work with a 128MB thumbdrive and he didn’t bring back his 256MB thumbdrive as he said he would.

Then let me use the MP3 player to capture the songs. No, he didn’t want my songs in his MP3 player. Sorry, get this right, it is not your MP3 player. It’s the freebie MP3 player tt came with this cable connection that you insisted on having and so far I have been paying for everything even though we are supposedly sharing this.

Frankly, there’s more than meets the eye in this argument. Some of the resentment that has been building up among my parents and us siblings is creeping into the argument. And both of us each have a selfish and mean streak that lashes out at times.

I didn’t use to care abt this, but today I was fed-up abt my family’s reaction to me wanting to sell the laptop, so i pointed out tt I am paying for the laptop out of my pocket and I wouldn’t have gotten the laptop in the first place if Bro hadn’t wanted it for his studies.
Not surprisingly, he got defensive, saying tt he wanted to buy it over from me in the beginning of the year when he came back and needed a laptop but I had refused too as I had gotten accustomed to using it.

Then there are the other things tt I’m frustrated abt. They rush in to boggle about in my mind as I get madder with each sentence he said.
Yes, I might be willingly generous, but don’t come running back to me with selective ammnesia and tell me abt how I am indebted to you. If you wish to count the cost, so can I. Because I’m getting all too good at counting the finances at work.

Mom’s cooking

My mom is finally learning to cook after all these years.
Today I watched her measure out the seasoning according to a cookbook and painstakingly prepare a dish for dinner.
It can’t the first time that she is following a cookery book. But this time, she is spurred on by something different. As she approaches the later years of her life, she is looking for activities to occupy herself. Trying out new, mild adventures and interests.

It’s a decent family that I am a part of. But I am all too aware that we aren’t very supportive of one another. When the occasional crisis arises, we do try to rally around one another but it’s isn’t too much of a common day practice where we try to make things better for one another. Too often, we make cutting remarks at one another – critisizing one another’s aspirations.
(Right now, my mother is already barking at me for not getting on with my work – but choosing to surf the internet instead.)
It’s quite a vicious cycle in my family. Constant criticism & quick tempers.

Anyway, for tonight, I hope that we will be encouraging of her cooking experiment.