190416 - Marble x TP/PSB

#100happydays: DAY 4

It's a well-known saying that if you need talents for shooting, you should expressly avoid working with children and animals. These two types of talents are interesting yes, cute yes, but also hell to work with because it's nigh impossible to give them instructions.

 I can 100% vouch for the accuracy of this saying.

 In the picture above is Marble, the cat that hangs around the block near mine. She's pretty affectionate, and very talkative - she gets super excited when she sees someone she recognises, and simply won't shut up when she wants to get your attention.

 I love this noisy little kitty, honestly, and I used to like talking to her about my problems because she would always sit and listen for all of two seconds before mraowling and rubbing herself against my leg (or my butt), and in a way it was as if she was being comforting in her own way, as if she was saying shut up shut up I know your human problems are supposed to be bad but I'm here now look at me see your problems can't be that bad now can they?

I really love this cat, and I was heartbroken when I stopped seeing her around the block because she's such a timid little furball and I was worried she might have been chased off her own territory by the other toms in the area - they're such bullies - but she's back now and I'm so happy to see her again, I cried when I saw her the last time because it had actually been months since I last saw her.

 It was difficult as hell to get this picture, so this counts as a relatively lucky shot - Panda's promised to help me with the next shot by distracting her so I can try my luck. Here's hoping it goes well!

 101 Things I Think About: DAY 4

 Logged into Facebook today and saw this - it's from the Facebook memory feed thing, where they bring back old posts that you made years ago on the same day.

 On this day four years ago I was just starting my second year in Temasek Polytechnic - funny how time flies, isn't it? It's been five years since I first entered TP. Five years since all the laughter and the tears, all the happy and sad and bitter and everything else in between.

 On this day five years ago I was so excited to start the first semester of my second year - it was a hopeful new beginning for me back then, having thoroughly fucked my first year over with a really bad misunderstanding, and I couldn't wait to learn what I could from the Broadcast and Creative Writing modules of the semester. 

 It's a bittersweet feeling, isn't it? To look back on past memories and compare them to the here and now. Life in TP was no simpler than it is in PSB, but it was a little more vibrant because of the richness of campus life that we had - it was fun stressing over assignments and rushing for drama practice and staying back in school till 930 or 10pm to work before heading home to work some more.

 That isn't to say that I don't treasure the life I have here in PSB - I genuinely love the people I've met here, and I'm more than certain that I wouldn't be where I am at this very moment if not for them - if I never went to PSB I'd never have met Circle, never would have met the people who would eventually come together to form the UONSJC and found the EDIT magazine, never would have met Panda.

 I'm just thinking back on TP, that's all. Without TP I wouldn't have been the same person who entered PSB, and without PSB I wouldn't be the person I am now.

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