Budak takut

I slept after Subuh prayer earlier. Get myself glued with my thesis writing with little progress to be proud of. Merely productive online.

Switching between tab to tab, YouTube to Twitter etc. That distraction though. We do agree that Internet gives us unprecedented power to produce, but it simultaneously offers unprecedented opportunity to distract ourselves. That evil. 


Wake up around 9 am with heavy head. Doing some house chores - vacuuming and mopping while doing some thinking on my thesis writing. A progress. Thinking is also a progress - the actual ways of getting all that pictures playing in my head and transfer it to my writing later. And get writer block after 5 minute. Funny. 

I get some fishes I bought yesterday from the fridge and slices it into pieces. It's a lunch for this black white stray cat who will pop-up at my main door almost everyday - morning and evening, waiting to be feed. I named him budak takut (scared boy). 

Despite of knowing that I always feed him raw fish that be served in one plastic container, he will run if I ever come near him. The container was placed at the main gate of my house and he will only go and eat it once I step back in the house. Hence, I called him 'budak takut'. 

He must have a terrible experience during his childhood.