doggie-style

I have yet recovered from the shock I had just a few minutes ago. Around 10 mins ago? I was ranting away when Mom sent me to fetch Little Sis and was stomping down the staircase when a big huge furry brown dog appeared right before my eyes. It was so freaking huge, and its eyes were on me, I was so shocked my instant reaction was to run (when you're not supposed to). So I ran up a flight of stairs and ran home with my slippers still intact on my feet even though I was already in the living room. Then Mom had to go down and fetch Little Sis.

Daymn that was scary. But on the other hand, I sympathized the dog. It's so lonely and was quietly settling down at the hush-hush corner at the 3rd storey. Obviously it's homeless, cos this stray dog is well-known to be roaming aimlessly at my void deck. So I kinda sympathize it. Have it eaten? Does it have enough water to drink? These kind of questions linger, but I can't help it. I can't touch it mayn.

I love you, Mr Doggie, sorry I ran away from you cos I cannot touch you and I don't want any bit marks on my leg. ):

Daymn I am struck with guilt.

I seriously wanna go out, but the problem is I have nobody to go out with cos it's either they're;
1. Schooling (Mira, Sab Cuzzie, Nisa- my neighbour)
2. Working (Hannie, Sis, Qamal)

Left only me rotting at home. Which kinda suck, actually. I've been polished with home chores and cooking- thanks to Mom. BTW I COOKED Ayam Masak Merah today for lunch all by myself. AHAHHAHAHAHHA OKAY BOAST-ER. So if I were to get married, they better increase MY dowry. Plus plus points, still a virgin, educated (still pursuing). Ah shit. Chey. Money-faced eh.

*selling your daughter? (In the other words.)

IFUCKINGWANNAGOOUT. CHEEBEY.