kittens.
I have them in my house.
do you have any idea how sucky that is?
not one but two damn kittens.
TWO! that's two more than I fucking need!

they belong to the fadilah.
the fadilah keeps them in a pretty big cage in the kitchen.
and it has led me to avoid the kitchen like how Paris Hilton avoids sex.
yrah, you get the idea.
and that sucks cos FOOD is in the kitchen.
faezah loves food.
and now I cant go there as often as I want to just cos there are enemies in there.
spaking of enemies, Channel 5 is showing Behind Enemy Lines on .....
i dont knw. but it's definitely showing it so go watch.

anyway, back to the felines.
where was I?
oh yeah. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW.
give me cockroaches any damn time.
they have these bells around their neck.
when the bell jingles, it gives me the creeps okay.
and did I tell you?
her cats are like typical mat and minahs.
they seem to enjoy staring at me from head to toe.
I'm not making things up.
whn I step into the kitchen, both stops whatever they were doing and just freezes and stare at me. and I, on the other hand, have got nothing better to do so I stared back.
eh, I won okay. they finally gave up. HA HA HA!

they're damn suay lah.
I have to look and smell thm first thing in the morning when I want to bathe.
tell me how not to get goosebumps just by looking at them when I almost cried when a cat followed me for like 10seconds downstairs.
yes, lah. I actually almost cried when that happened the other time.
okay lah, I DID cry lah k.
fucking cheebai.
so anyway, I named them Shit and Crap just in case I go schizo one day and decide to be best friends with them.
then I can go, "Here, shitty, shitty, shitty!" and "Ohhhhhhhhhhh crappyyyyyyyy! where are you?"
though I doubt those words will ever leave my mouth.
the only sound that I make when I'm around them is a muffled cry for help.

god help me.