Compassion Fatigue

Today, big boss handed me an article on "compassion fatigue". I forgot to mention that i received a huge nomination for being one of 'em most prone to getting the CF syndrome during my final year in v. school. Apparently, many people already predicted that i'd burn and fizzle out because i'm too emotional (compassionate?). Many people also predicted that i'd end up with 10000 stray animals at home because i pick up too many of them along the way. NO, i only have Chester, Sophie and Cocoa now. No new addition to the happy family. Phew.

I miss being all sprawled out on a huge grass patch, watching the seagulls fly by above me, being at peace with myself and one with nature. I'm tired of this urban scent and i'm sure Chester wouldn't agree more. I wanna be back in Perth, cruising down the freeway, saying hi to that same old pelican perched on that same old lamp-post.....*sigh*.

It'd be winter in Perth now, and i'd probably be hiding under my polar fleece blanket, with Sophie purring beside me.

Ah, what bliss.

Anyway, this place will look strange for awhile because i'm in the midst of doing up a new layout. Hang in there, baby.