a part of the club.

a part of the club.

Every weekday, I fancy telling time by how many cars are outside. Having awful vision, it's a lot easier to see those blurry car shapes as opposed to any clock. Today, after an early shower and packing a hamburger lunch, Eric waved goodbye to join that early morning club. So I did what I do best- I walked to the fridge.

On Sunday, mom brought all sorts of goodies: lawn chairs, smelly good plug-ins, and most importantly- bibingka! Mmmmmm! With melted cheese and butter, my stomach has been super pleased. Luckily (or unfortunately?), Eric doesn't favor it as much as I do, and just a few moments ago, I finished devouring one of the plates of bibingka my mom kindly brought over. :)

While eating is always fun, I like to feed others, too, and today I fed my neighbor, Meow. Well... pseudo-neighbor I suppose, as Meow is a stray cat who hangs out around my area. So after getting the mail and greeting Meow, I went back to the apartment to retrieve a can of cat food and a fresh container of water. "OM NOM NOM!" says Meow.

I'm probably just as vigilant as Meow is, too, as I nervously looked around making sure no one (especially residents) would catch me. But as I sat there looking around, I began to notice how the cat food oddly smelled like corned beef. Corned beef, now isn't that nice? Especially with some rice and fried egg? And as I laughed out loud, I realized Meow was staring at me- and I mean staring. Probably thinking, "Boy! Maybe this isn't safe after all..." Smiling and shrugging my shoulders, I watched as Meow returned to inhaling his corned beef smelling meal.

I think we'll form our own club.