growing up with strict parents make you do things you never imagine doing. unlike others, we arent allowed to work part time. abah claims that as long as he's alive, he'll be the one who provide. being a child who's seen their struggle to raise us, asking for money isnt an easy task. its always abah who offer some. but our allowance for school are always more than enough.
among dad's children im the one with the most needs. i want EVERYTHING, and when i want something i will find ways to get it. but being broke complicate things im getting sad bcs its hard being so miskin like this. i really need to save money. but always fail doing so. haih life's hard but i guess thats the fun in it kan?
i wanted to sell some cookies or brownies or red velvet omg thats delish! buuuuuut i dont even have single cent to start it! its lucky thing that im only home for about 4 weeks. if i am to stay for the whole 3 months, ill die. staying means keeping hobies since ill be having looooooooots of tick tocks. and mind you, my hobbies are expensive aiyooo , husband you better prepare we have to be filthy rich okay!
so thats today's rant, gotta go doing something now. ma's home today (read gotta be mentally prepare cs thats loads nagging included i have to survive with some pahala puasa by the end of the day kan? god oh god pls! pls grant me patience and let ma shows her love on me, i taknak jadi anak derhaka why is it hard to get along with her? i nak jadi like other girls jugak. why do they get to get close and share everything with mama and i dont? sad face sad face. bitch slap myself. wake upppp!!!!!)
ps do being make broke makes you half cray cray? ding dong deng sad face sad face.
xx sue (still sane worry not)
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