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I just got a new kitty cat, his name is Kuru. He loves to chew and bite everything around him now, including my hands. Kinda cute and one hellavah spoiled brat. I love that lil’ devil.

He’s a white and black little cat, more like a cow but with no tail on him. his favorite toy is the sponge ball I just bought for him, he doesn’t eat much on Friskies but he loves that Tuna in can and sometimes white eggs. He’s a very naughty cat, he is. Running here and there, up on my desk, on my notebook, biting on my rug, sometimes he likes to jump high like a toad. I think he’s reincarnated as a toad in his previous life.

Its rainy season in Jakarta and lotsa thunderbolts followed by thunderclap which makes Kuru run and hides away. Yes, he’s afraid of thunderclap. This kitty has been potty-trained so I’m not worry of kitty litter everywhere. But I think I need to buy bigger litter-box when he grows older later. He can see the unseen too, one time he seemed don’t recognized me for 5 minutes but then I realized that actually there’s another presence in the room.

Kuru is one of my love life. Besides my other one thousand friends out there; which I share the same level of love. I used to give all my love for someone in friendship category. But sometimes not everyone deserves my loving and just takes it for granted. Despite he’s blinded that to the fact love I’m willing to give is so big I’d risk my life for that person. But fates always talks different.

I have so many faces I can’t remember, so many names I lost but never forgotten, so many handshakes I shared, so many kisses I passes, but they were just like night suddenly strike by the dawn of morning. It’s not gone, you just can’t see it. I guess it’s all just supposed to happen.

“Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.” I always remember that piece of a song from Baz Luhrmann. It kept repeating in my head and race in my heart. Along with river of emotions full of different memories from the past I try to swim through. Those memories are the ones that keep me from drowning.

I have so many friends that I always lost count. I am grateful that I’m blessed with so many loves I received yet sometimes I always feel not as much as I’m giving. I became the witness of life changing into something I cannot perfectly describe. It’s confusing if you keep on following the foot step of the world. I’m just merely one soul that trying to survive and learn.

My friends changing partners, relations after relations, heartbreaks and makeovers, lies, betrayal, seducements, lust and frustrations, words and false actions. I just don’t get it. Why is it so important to them? But why am I asking this question when I still feel loved? Is love different from friendship? Is the shape changing so rapid no one could tell the difference?

Maybe I should stop. Love is not for questioning. It’s almighty and powerful. It could leave you breathless and high when it actually bringing you down to the point you can’t picked yourself up again. People had been searching for love and truth, but I just found mine in two small eyes that stares back. It’s honest and true. I called him Kuru.