I have always been a dog person. One time I've been a fish person, then a hamster person, a hermit crab person, and a turtle person. I have also been a rat person.:P What is this animal person really? What if an animal has a pet person (like that in Futurama where an anthropomorphic cat has a feline man for a pet)? Does that make him a person animal? Blahr.

Joey gave me a persian kitten for me birthday!XD Joey is Iggy's owner, the persian cat I borrowed a few weeks ago (Iggy, not the owner.XP). And the persian kitten's Iggy's daughter and sister, that being: Iggy raping and impregnating his own mother. Ergo, Iggy is my kitten's father and brother, and Iggy's mother is my kitten's mother and grandmother.XD Hoooooooooo da incest! Remember when I told you (that's you, medear bloggy woggy. Teeeeh.XD) if there's anywhere an animal belongs to it's in: (1) the zoo, (2) the wild, or, (3) your fridge? (Dear bloggy has a fridge, aye!:P) It's not that I took this persian kitten with my own volition, mind. Someone gave it to me. It's not my fault I have this beastly adorable little thing--it's like getting pregnant accidentally.

Hence, I am now a mother. A mother of a nameless persian kitten of about three weeks old. Her head and back's covered with black lush fur, with white undersides and a stripe of white down the center of her face.

My persian kitty, I named her: Stabby. Heehee.XD

Woohoooooot! No classes for one full week because of swine flu! Yay for H1N1!XD Do the moonwalk with me!

And. I have CHESS for PE! Huzzaaaaaaahness!XD

My first major hike last weekend at Mt. Tarak, Bataan.:P Seven effing hours of hiking to camp one--we haven't reached the summit due to water shortage--naubos namin yung tubig sa alak! Hakhakhak.XD

Mt. Tarak is the prettiest mountain I've hiked so far. (It's my fav bundok for now.:P) Its flora and fauna is as diverse as those of Mt. Makiling. Tarak soil is rich and fat and fertile whose color ranges from ochre to crappy brown and bloody red. Treading up it felt like non-philippinish--it's like you're vaguely in Korea or something.XP It's got bigass balete trees and lots of them, tall and fat ones thick as ten people touching fingertip to fingertip, all them trees gnarled and twisted and contorted in a horrifying and majestic and fairylandly way.

There's just this one deep fucking ditch I almost fell into. At the bottom of it is a slanted stream with rocks and boulders with those sharp edges used for making spears. We rested for a bit at the top of the ditch before rock-climbing downnit when a bee stung Mr. Perfect's nape. Mr. Perfect screamed and panicked, hands flailing every where to ward the fucking bee off when he slipped and collided towards me. Like a billiard ball transferring its spin and velocity to another ball at rest, the bee-stung Mr. Perfect crashed into me and I slipped and almost died falling into the ditch.

Most tragic part is, I survived.

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