last sunday, mummy went depressed and crazy.
she woke up late.
practically persuaded hubby to go buy breakfast.
and slept for another 2 hours.
woke up.
felt extremely hungry.
and cooked indomee. or was it ibumie?
anyway, mummy wasn't happy..
she needed to see pedro...
pedro... ooo pedro...
pedro was super special coz hubby got pedro too...
im talking about the shoes...
haaa.... shoes....
even better... paid-by-someone-else-shoes...
heaven... hahahaha!
other than that, this mummy is on a mission to finish all her work...
which is impossible... but mama's maid is coming home soon so at least my house is settled. the unfolded mountain of clothes and un-ironed clothes will be put to it's place. yay!
mr adam danish is gallivanting all over the house in his walker. we even had to reconfigure our furniture so that he could walk around the house. i miss him.
oh and as for the drama drama drama in my life, i have decided to put a blind eye to it.
why? you may ask... because... i don't care about you enough to let you ruin my mood.
i don't like it when you mess with my friends.
me being somewhat superior to other people doesn't mean that i'm a normal person.
f*ck you losers. you are shallow and so kampung-like.
i particularly lose respect to those who talk behind other people's back.
i have been nothing but nice to you and you had to stab all over that by... i don't know what you did... or how you did... but you are spiteful. and you don't deserve any attention from us. from now on, you are just a person i see almost everyday. you to me as good as a mannequin in the shop windows. lifeless and heartless.
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