look fear in the eye
taken from postsecret
Apart from Home being the most comfortable place on earth, another joy i can derive from not staying in Hall is that I do not have to live in fear anymore. Fear of the Block 33 cat (and a few more lurking around). This may sound silly but looking through the peephole to make sure that the coast is clear more often than I can count isn't exactly what I call healthy living. Plus the fact that my native Chinese neighbours love the 33 cat like their own flesh and blood deprived me of the basic right as a hall resident - the freedom to leave my room as and when I wanted.
I remember coming back at 2am, dying for a shower and desperate for sleep, only to find the cat right in front of my door, as dead as I would have been in bed. Roomie was asleep (tough luck) so I called my friend who attempted to rouse the cat awake and coax it away somewhere, anywhere, away from my line of sight. 10 minutes later, as grouchy as a starving pms-y woman, the cat took a few steps and fell, dead in its tracks, fast asleep once again.
I thanked my friend, heaved a small sigh of relief, took a quick shower, tried not to drink too much water, and fell into a fitful asleep. (okay, I exaggerate. slept like a deadlog was what happened) and the cycle continues.
This (unfounded) fear of cats has significantly decreased my quality of life in Hall and I often think of how I may actually grow to love these arrogant, feline creatures should this fear manifest into something less sinister and uncommon... say, seahorses?