Kitten Koda for Adoption

Kitten Koda up for adoption.
Roughly 2 weeks old. Found in a box with 2 others.
Girl, with brown & black patches, beautiful eyes.

I've always wanted a pet, one that is able to roam around the house, and sleep right next to me, non-enclosed. I've played surrogate mother to Koda for the past 24 hours, feeding, cuddling, bathing, letting her snuggle beneath my chin, and pee on me. Unfortunately, my parents are unwilling to let us keep it, for well grounded reasons. Koda needs a lil' TLC (tender loving care) for now, but once she's grown, I'm sure she will be able to fend for herself. So if you have a room, and a heart for Koda, please email me at janice.tansw@gmail.com. I am willing to pay for his initial expenses, vaccination required, and basic amenities.

Meet me by the water

We'll have a really good time.

Dear Rachael, I love that your songs are brutally honest. Your performance last night was impeccable despite having caught a cold. No airs, no pretense. I don't think I have met an artiste as genuine as you. Thank you for giving 101% on stage, for sharing your almost irrelevant stories, for chewing the endearmint we offered without fear of us poisoning you, and for signing on Jordaan's smelly white vans. Sorry I forgot about the flowers. I was rushing to meet you by the water.

P.S: The cellist is an awesome addition to your band.

P.P.S: Promise to come back again?

Of all those talk on cigarettes, CATS, ghost trumpeter, foolish teenage years, I think I like the sex interjection best.

xoxo.

Miss you much

I miss it, long.

So quick, just grow.

& I miss those rollin' good times,

while I sift through photos of yesteryear.

Sooner or Later (It all comes crashing down.)

Tonight, I shed a tear for you.
Wrench of my heart, of ours, time and again.
The wanting yet dreading to know.
The forseen circumstances, and unforseen heaviness,
amassing through and through.
It is getting harder to handle the truth of tales.
It is setting us further apart.
Maybe this is what it is,
a standstill,
ground zero.

Maybe this is what it is.
A punishment for you and me,
and everyone close,
most undeserving.
Maybe it is just time to let go,
to let you go with the wind.

First

Another corner of the earth that's like me in many ways.
What's not to love?

Soakin' up the sun, the sand, the sea.

The countless virgin experiences we all had, even at someplace so familiar to us.

Down under was THE choice, made in a hurry, flew in a flurry.
All the familiarities (9RP, Fremantle markets, King's Park, Mandurah...) aside, the experiences were surprisingly refreshing. And as the boy said,"it's the companions that count". I couldn't agree more.
Thank you Doreen, Nic, Iggy, and Aunty Alice.
To Doreen: Why are you not as hilarious as Iggy? p.s: I like him, he's nice!

Today is another first. I think I'm likin' it.
Let's hope this positive energy never runs dry.