nothing good happens after 12 a.m.
I realise my better days have been mainly because of family, friends, or the cats downstairs. I love how my life is right here and now, and I know I should be worried about a job and all but it's so hard to move away from really Good Times and the people who make it worthwhile. I told myself I'll only get anxious when it's June, but it's not June yet so guess what I've been doing the past few weeks.
oh and I finally made a trip to the new IKEA with my family a few weekends ago. Rizan and Amri did a Goldilocks and tried on almost all the sofas and beds and it got so interesting I joined in too. and giggled my way through. we might want to live together in the future, all four of us. then I realised after discussing with Rizan (and deciding that Amri was actually serious about this arrangement) that it would turn out weird because of obvious reasons eventually. not to mention all the cats I'll have and how difficult it'll be for them to accomodate to the environment (the cats I mean. the people I don't care so much hoho).
anyway I've sorta decided. that if/when I'm not married by the time I'm 35 I'll gladly become The Woman Who Lives Alone And Has 15 Cats. because by then I should've realised I'm not cut out for human relationships so the next best thing is to live with animals because they make you feel like queen. to be honest I already see traces of my future in my present, because almost every night I am downstairs or at the park playing with the stray cats like they were my own neighbourhood kakis. should anyone be alarmed?
