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:: CATWOMAN ::
:: TREASURED MEMORIES ::
.June 2005.
.July 2005.
.August 2005.
.September 2005.
.October 2005.
.November 2005.
.December 2005.
.January 2006.
.February 2006.
.March 2006.
.April 2006.
.May 2006.
.June 2006.
Im reading a book by Louise Harwood. It's called Calling On Lily.
It's an innocent book. Really. I mean besides the occasional description of kissing scenes (which is by the way nothing erotic or whatsover), the storyline is sweet. So very sweet.
Trust me. I dun read any of those disgusting romance novels. They turn me off. Eww-ness.
I finally get to see some Sun today. Been waking up and not knowing whether it's night or day. The weather has been so gloomy for the past few days. Even today, with the Sun in sight, i still feel cold. So i read my book beneath the comfort of my comforter (pardon the pun).
And somehow... as i was reading and smiling to myself... my mind wandered. As much as i tried to stop them from wandering... i reali was on the losing end.
Ansari has been a notti boy. A very very notti boy as of late. And it doesnt help that he's turned 21 and im turning 21 in 2 days and... and... and well i've got a very notti boyfren who is trying to corrupt my innocent mind.
Seriously. What is in an age? Nothing right? Maybe im just excited that turning 21 means im legally an adult. Well not in my parents eyes i presume but got to admit that there are certain things that i'll be allowed to do. I can make certain decisions myself.
What decisions i so do not know.
I think im babbling. I reali am.
And im having thoughts... Seriously notti thoughts at this time of the day.
I wish i can cuddle up to Ansari right at this moment. I miss him so very much.
And missing him loads is certainly encouraging my imagination to think of all sorts of things.
Notti notti Azreen. Get those notti thoughts out of your head.
