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Is having hair more fun than being bold? Random as random as it is, that's me. I dream of being like a princess every day. My favourite fairytale is, Beauty & the Beast. My age, my name, let's just keep it to myself. Only the ones who know me, would earn my respect.
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October 8, 2009
Old Folks



On Monday was the first day of the PMR holidays and the worse morning ever. I woke up to a noise from the kitchen. It sounded as if someone or something was messing around with the dishes. It was 10 and I was pretty sure my dad had head off to work. My feelings weren't right at that time. I came out of my room and I saw a CAT walking up the stairs. As you all know, I am afraid of cats. The cat saw me, I saw the cat. Both of us were scared of each other. Suddenly, the cat went back down the stairs. I was in my jammies while shacking walked down the stairs half way.

As I was at the stairs, I saw the cat still downstairs. It tried to escape but it couldn't because all my windows were locked. Then, it went to the dining room. It was a matter of life and death here for me. Haha. I went down after a 10 minutes of staring, and tried to find the cat. At first, I thought the cat was hiding under the dining table. I checked it for a long time and confirmed that there was no cat. Note : I was 10 feet away from the dining table (being sarcastic).

It turned out the cat was on top of the counter all cuddled up together. I notice the cat by it's flashy glowing eyes. Boy, was that freaking scary. I said to it 'meow' but it ended up jumping down the counter and chasing after me! Yes, CHASING AFTER ME! I ran upstairs screaming while the cat was running behind me. That was so so so so so so so so so so so SCARY! I just can't describe it. I thought the cat was chasing after me but it wasn't. It was finding a way out since all the windows downstairs were closed. I ran straight to my room and peeped to see the cat. It ran to the window. I was so relieved that the cat was gone but I was still shaking. Haha.

Luckily, it wasn't a black cat :)

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