Wednesday, April 8, 2009

shame about the weather.

I cuddled a kitten and she attacked me. The black, ridiculously adorable furball went nuts on my shirt. Now I have holes on it. I shit you not.
But I couldn't get mad. How could you get mad at a purring kitten, so small, she could fit in your palms?

Cue squealing/cooing noises.

Damn her furry butt and cute eyes. Siap jilat2 jari aku dgn manja pulak tu. Cilakak.
AHHHH KITTY! iwantyou.

Too bad I'm allergic to cats. I would've run off the shop with 3 of them in my bag.




Adoi dah gatal tgn.


+++++++

sighs.

Being 17 just got harder. When did it get so fucked up eh?
Mental, I tell you. I should've just stuck being a cold bitch and not give any damn in the first place.
But nooo, you just have to get emotionally attached and all soft, do you Ikaa?
Padan muka.





4 budak nakal.



"Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands? Baby won't you get them if I did?"
-Dreaming With A Broken Heart.

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