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swatkatIn the past few days I have
- rescued tiny kittens
- organised a party for the freshers (it was a team effort, but somehow no one was willing to make a move until I went and yelled at them. After every five minutes or so. I have my Cuddy moments)
- written a paper in candlelight. because there was a powercut. for three hours.
- resisted S's valiant attempts to fix me up with a guy who I thought was cute (and he is. but that's it, really)
- tried to make sense of T20 cricket, and failed miserably
- helped a friend paint banners for a meet (I've missed holding a paintbrush)
- tried to get suitably drunk by consuming copious amounts of alcohol, and failed, yet again (clearly I'm turning into one of those bottomless pit people; this is depressing)
- not slept at night; not eaten breakfast (because I was asleep)
and occasionally opened a book or two. When am I supposed to write, people?
One fine evening, while I was busy trying to think up *something* for the paper, I heard faint meows. Kitten meows. So I went to look. And there were these kittens - three tiny little kittens, not more than a *day* old - in an empty waste paper bin. Now, their mother wouldn't have left them there like that, so it was someone in the hostel, who had found them, and thought it absolutely fine to just leave them there like that in their mother's absence. Still, I waited for some time, and the mother didn't return. So I took them inside, and with the assistance of some other girls (who may not be as experienced with tiny animals as I am, but are decent people and willing to do their best to keep them alive) fed them (with tiny cotton balls. it was probably unhygienic, but it was the best we could arrange at that hour). The next morning I called up an animal shelter (because there was no way they would have survived here. they are too tiny, and besides, there are dogs and evil male cats around), which was more than willing to take them in, provided I went and dropped them myself. So I did - even if it was very far away (there might be other shelters nearby, but I don't know this city very well yet. I should look around). And they took them in. They didn't have a nursing mother, though, so it was doubtful whether they would survive. I didn't call them back, because I don't want to know. *sigh*
But the shelter people did restore some of faith in humanity again. It's very far away, but I'm determined to go over there when I have some free time and assist them in any way I can (they can certainly use with more volunteers).
- rescued tiny kittens
- organised a party for the freshers (it was a team effort, but somehow no one was willing to make a move until I went and yelled at them. After every five minutes or so. I have my Cuddy moments)
- written a paper in candlelight. because there was a powercut. for three hours.
- resisted S's valiant attempts to fix me up with a guy who I thought was cute (and he is. but that's it, really)
- tried to make sense of T20 cricket, and failed miserably
- helped a friend paint banners for a meet (I've missed holding a paintbrush)
- tried to get suitably drunk by consuming copious amounts of alcohol, and failed, yet again (clearly I'm turning into one of those bottomless pit people; this is depressing)
- not slept at night; not eaten breakfast (because I was asleep)
and occasionally opened a book or two. When am I supposed to write, people?
One fine evening, while I was busy trying to think up *something* for the paper, I heard faint meows. Kitten meows. So I went to look. And there were these kittens - three tiny little kittens, not more than a *day* old - in an empty waste paper bin. Now, their mother wouldn't have left them there like that, so it was someone in the hostel, who had found them, and thought it absolutely fine to just leave them there like that in their mother's absence. Still, I waited for some time, and the mother didn't return. So I took them inside, and with the assistance of some other girls (who may not be as experienced with tiny animals as I am, but are decent people and willing to do their best to keep them alive) fed them (with tiny cotton balls. it was probably unhygienic, but it was the best we could arrange at that hour). The next morning I called up an animal shelter (because there was no way they would have survived here. they are too tiny, and besides, there are dogs and evil male cats around), which was more than willing to take them in, provided I went and dropped them myself. So I did - even if it was very far away (there might be other shelters nearby, but I don't know this city very well yet. I should look around). And they took them in. They didn't have a nursing mother, though, so it was doubtful whether they would survive. I didn't call them back, because I don't want to know. *sigh*
But the shelter people did restore some of faith in humanity again. It's very far away, but I'm determined to go over there when I have some free time and assist them in any way I can (they can certainly use with more volunteers).
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Date: 2007-09-19 02:07 pm (UTC)tried to get suitably drunk by consuming copious amounts of alcohol, and failed, yet again (clearly I'm turning into one of those bottomless pit people; this is depressing)
*sympathises*
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:18 pm (UTC)And seriously. What would it take for me to get drunk? What? How much alcohol? I can tolerate other people's drunkenness only when I'm drunk myself, and I'm sick and tired of sitting and whining with D (another poor suffering soul) about how not drunk I am while everyone else is out.