intoxicated.

YES I'M UPDATING.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAH.
Okay enough.

The main reason I've been 'abandoning' this little baby is because I'm busy (chey) with the major spring cleaning. It's coming near. This coming Friday. CHEY. So I havta do the last-minute cleaning cos my aunt (ex-mother of the bride) will be coming here first to do the cooking. They'll be sleeping over here on Friday. So I'm like, tergetar-getar to keep the house in tip-top condition. Chey. No such word.

I cleaned out the cats' litter tray for the 3rd time. Luckily I don't suffer much urea inhalation cos apparently, the 'sand' absorb most of the STINKING smell, (like mine don't stink) so I inhaled only 20% of the thing.

And the smell, like usual, is lurking in my nostrils now though I'm like, 3 metres away from the litter tray.

THE CUPBOARD IN MY ROOM CRASHED DOWN.
Firstly it became the mini version of 'Leaning Tower Of Pisa', due to the bias human forces from the left side (by sis and me), the next thing I know, at night when Dad came to fix the direction, the whole cupboard just came crashing down like as if there's an invisible hijacked-plane came smashing into the cupboard from the left side. (with reference to the 9/11 incident) Sis was utterly upset cos she'll be the one forking out the money to buy the new cupboard before the big day. As she was contemplating and Mom and Dad lecturing us about the condition of the cupboard, how we didn't take care of it and stuff, but at the same time Dad was fixing the thing back. At the end of the night, the cupboard stood up there, proud. "TADA." It's already okay. I knew Sis was so elated inside but she decided to remain nonchalant. Irritator.

(All this because Sis and I still want to change our room arrangement despite Dad's warnings not to cos this will only constrict more room space, knowing that our room is already so small.)

What else now.
Oh. Blackie, for these few days, suddenly refused to sleep with me. I've been purring with him like a mad cow to coax him to sleep with me, but to no avail. I'm sad. Disappointed. Today I swept the house, he came running and purred to me, but instead, still feeling hurt on last night's account, I shoo-ed him away with my broom and stroked Brownie instead. I could see the hurt in Blackie's eyes, but what about mine!?

Now I'm having a hard time telling my brain to shut up cos apparently it has been happily screaming on I-don't-know-what and a lot of happy scenes keep playing in my mind till it distracted me from my work.