I suppose it's because I have to always share bedroom with my siblings (and I had been staying in the university’s dormitory sharing room with at least 1 roommate for 5 years!) that I have this yearning for a room by myself.

Ok, perhaps I need at least TWO rooms by myself, another one would serve as a library-cum-wardrobe-cum-exhibition room. Then only I would have the luxury of showcasing my collections of novels, comics, trophies/medals I once won, etc and etc, which can only be all squeezed in boxes and placed beneath my bed now. What could be worse is that at times, I have to even give up my ownership for something I would really like to keep due to congestion.

Succumbed to my mom’s constant nagging for storing too many non-necessities at home, I donated my collection of key chains (started collection since I was in primary school! Some were souvenirs) to charity organizations…

Good bye, key chains! 

Yum Yum!

One fine day, I was having seafood lunch with my colleague. There was this stray cat which looked very much like the cartoon Sylvester hovered at our table.

Being a kind-hearted person, I fed him with the shells of the prawns. BUT, he seemed waiting for the prawn instead of the shell.

Then my colleague did this...

My discovery at site continues…