There are things I hate about my maternal side (aunts and uncles). And I'm not talking about all of them, few of them. Some. I'm not saying any names.

They only think of themselves, they don't even bother about the other parties' feelings. All they care is about their happiness. That's not the only thing, they are so so busybody about other people's sons and daughters, whereas they themselves couldn't be bothered by their own sons and daughters. They keep on giving others a piece of word, while they themselves have some problems with their own brains.

You may be older, but that doesn't mean what you all do or say is right. Sometimes you, too, have to hear what the youngsters have to say. You see something, and your mind starts to think negative. Know the story before anything.

You may keep on picking me on, I don't care. I'm big enough to know what's right and what's wrong. I know which is sinful, which is not. I don't need you to tell me off. I don't need you to bear all my consequences if anything were to happen. I, myself, can bear my own wrongdoings. Berani buat, berani tanggung. So what you're elder than me? I can be nice if you treat me right. But breaking my doorknob just to enter my room? Fuck you! If you can't wait for me to open the door for you, then fuck off and mind your own business. And laying your hands on me won't make me any better. Have you ever think why am I not rude to my Wak Man? Simply because he treat me right. So why should I treat him the other way? You treat me like shit, I'll treat you like shit.

To your eyes, I may be a bad person. Because you only know what's going on when you see it. I smoke, I drink, and many other sinful things that you could imagine. At least I'm doing something for my own house, eg cleaning, washing etc. If you don't really know what's happening in my life, just shut the fuck up and mind your own business.




Work is as normal, busy for a moment and nothing to do at the next. Ha ha. I've been eating Long John Silver's every now and then, especially if I were to do some processing at Ministry of Manpower (MOM). My money, is almost gone. ALMOST. Will only get my next pay in two weeks time. TWO weeks, shit! Johor trip was cancelled due today's tiredness. Did four processing, two at Tanjong Pagar and another two at MOM. Damn exhausted la siol.

After work was City Hall as my irritating yet tempting boyfriend, Faizal, wanted to buy a pair of slippers for himself and a belt. But to no avail. Met Syira at Marina Square and walked to Arab Street for Shisha. Sometimes last minute plans are ok, but not to the extend. Ha ha. NR-ed home and blogging away.


One thing about her on birthdays. Whenever we celebrate a birthday, she will claim that it's her birthday on that day. Ha ha. MUKE TAK TAHU MALU!