I don't know...

what to think.
what to say.
what to do.

I just don't know.
Almost every move I make will turn out to be a costly mistake.
It's almost impossible to find a peace of mind.
Almost nothing I do is satisfactory, acceptable nor a success.
Note the word 'almost'.

Verbally bashed, mentally pressured.
Forgive me as I wallow in my self-pity.


On a happier note, meet Na-Na, Ru-Ru and To-To.
A longer form of 'Naruto'. Zzz.
The pictures of 'Kittens at East Coast', I promised to show from the last post, which was updated a gazillion years ago.



They were running and jumping around, cute as a button.
The ended up sleeping on my bf's lap cause the wind was super strong and made all of us sleepy as hell.



They're no longer staying with us, cause they're big enough to be out on their own now.
We do look out for them, give them food and make sure they're still ohkay.

Now we have a new kitten.
Meet Lola.



The girly-named kitten which I think is gonna turn out to be a male. Hahahhaa.
Whatever, he has such a stereotypical female character - attention-seeking, noisy, pampered, you get what I mean.
For now, I'll just refer to Lola as a 'he'.
He's fucking fat and has a ginormous round tummy. He eats a whole lot of food for a kitten his size. But it's all well-balanced cause he's an active kitty. Annoyingly active.
But he's a keeper.


One night all alone.
I'll survive.