I think us girls cry more often than we'd like people to know. I'm not going to lie — I'm SUCH a weepy gal. I'm a sensitive soul with a lot of emotions (such a blow to my ego just saying those words). I'm not a public crier though (does not apply to funerals); I've too big an ego for that. I've to maintain my cool, hellooo.
I recall watching sad Disney movies like Bambi or Lion King as a kid and just crying my eyes out. I cried reading The Kite Runner and Princess. I cried for weeks when both my late grandmothers died. I cry whenever a pet of mine dies. I cry when/if I see others cry.
I sound irritating don't I? 'Urghh she's so emotional.' Well, luckily for everyone, I only cry in the privacy of my room and in front of a selected group of people. Sorry, family.
But crying isn't all bad. People cry over happy things, too! I can safely say I've hardly ever cried tears of joy therefore I can actually remember all the times I've and they are all in this order:
1. When I stumbled upon an essay my sister wrote about me in Malay.
2. When my best friend wrote a sweet blog post about me.
3. When my best friend wrote me a really sweet birthday card.
4. Love letter from my first love (maaany years ago)
No. 5 happened yesterday.
I was making my way to Kent when I was thinking about the text my housemate sent me. She knew how upset I was with my mum leaving London so she said there's a surprise waiting for me back in Kent. I was trying to think of all the possibilities... a huge cake, balloons, hmm.
When I got in the house I heard tiny, squeaky meows. I was like 'Wait, did I hear that right? Ferouz, am I hearing this right??"
Got in the kitchen and there stood Wasila with a kitten in one arm and her iPhone in one hand video-ing my reaction. My face turned RED. I had to sit down to gasp for air. I cried because I was so happy! I love animals and I'm always missing my cats back in Malaysia.
This little kitty here is called Mimi.
I can only take pictures of her when she's sleeping otherwise she's all over the place!
It's actually surreal just how well-behaved she is. She uses the litterbox, she eats her food and sleeps at her designated bed whenever she's tired. We don't keep her in our rooms but when she wants to play she waits outside any of our rooms and scratches the door while meowing away. She falls asleep on my lap when she's tired and it's the cutest thing. So far her routine seems to be: eat, play, sleep, play, eat, sleep.
She makes everyone in the house feels like a mum. She's our baby. :')