"If it's alright with you then it's alright with me. Baby let's take this time let's make new memories."
Happy Belated Easter to all my friends who celebrates it, I think it's still not too late for egg hunting. Any nice chocolates that you would care to share please do not hesitate to call me up.
Woke up this morning feeling cold like a snow queen. My heart felt all icy and numb, like a meat that's been put in the freezer waiting to be thawed out on the kitchen counter.
Cut my heart into pieces and feed it to the sharks back in your grandfather's pond because I think it's too broken to be mend over already.
But I bet it's too bitter due to hatred infused, even the sharks don't want to take a nibble on it.
Okay, enough of emotional rant already.
Last night, I had a great time with friends. Had a quick dinner watching Manchester United vs Chelsea, and sadly Manchester lost the match to 2-1. Meaning I owe Izwan, a box of cigarettes due to the bet we made. After dinner, we had a little shisha communion and off to snooker. Frame after frame, they decided to play Lucky Ball, and the money won was enough to pay for supper.
Reached home around midnight and was too tired to do laundry as planned in the afternoon. Tidied the cat's litter box and top-up her food bowl, then off to bed. Tried to sleep, but my head was buzzing to the fall I had a day before yesterday and someone was like chit-chatting outside the corridor next to my window.
So I had like 10-15mins of "wtf" moment before I actually fell asleep.
Around 7.40 am, I just snap out of my sleep. Alarm was supposed to ring at 9 am everyday, as work starts at 10 am. Only takes me like 10 mins to get to work. So I cuddled in with my pillows and blanket until it's time to wake up again.
Normal morning routine would be, shower, get ready for work, make my bed, sweep the room and off to work.
But ever since I have a cat, I would make sure the food, the water is enough for her before I get off for work. After cleaning her litter box, I would sweep the house as Weebeet is like one big ball of fur grazing the house.
Don't be fooled by this awesome cuteness-girly picture of Weebeet, as she is one self-demanding-and-attention seeker with ego of her own apparently. She only likes to be held by males and only turn to me for food and toilet-hygiene, and yes her lower lips teeth looks like that, no Photoshop-ing done in this picture. Her previous owner calls her Weebeet The Twilight Cat, as she has teeth that looks like a vampire.
Anyway, back to the story. So I swept the house this morning and opened the main door to sweep the debris out of the house. Something stunned me this morning as I opened my door.
Someone left a surprise in front of the door.
Not a gift.
Not something nice.
No. Not a dead black bloody rooster too.
Someone bastard put a bra, and two panties in front of my house door.
And no, it's not Mine.
So I knocked the bathroom door, asking my housemate who was busy bathing, about the gifts that were left on our doorstep. Also went and asked the other housemate who were half asleep.
No one knows or noticed anything unusual when they came back from work yesterday night.
Since I don't know who did that, or whoever thought that was funny I wished your hands would itch so bad, and no matter how you scratch it bleed it would still be itchy for the rest of your life.
Oh, what a delightful Sunday morning I've woken up to today but thank God it's lazy Monday I'm waking up to tomorrow.
Happy Sunday, loves.
Side notes :
1) It's hard to do what you're asking me to, but I hope there's still hope left for anything that's worth to be put on hope for. Easy to conclude, I do believe in miracles.
2) I miss 5-0-9, Jalan 1/1A and everyone in it so badly. I wonder if they miss me too.
Updates (6.47pm) :
I cough blood at work this afternoon, is it a sign I should start worrying?
B, I need you.
