Me: Hello?
Mak: Eh, Taman Warisan is cancelled!
Me: Whyyyy. *whines and stamps feet*
Mak: Your auntie say your uncle sick, so noone to take care of shop.
Me: Ya lah ya lah!
And so i went home (i was from my friend's place after returning his stuff) in a very grotesque mood. Furthermore, i'd have to help her out for 2 hours in the afternoon. Im not a big fan of her shop, btw.
So once i reached home, i made a compromise with her. I'd sit in the shop from 1pm to 2.30pm, and she'd let me go to the library to replenish my dwindling supply of books and come home before Maghrib approaches. Timecheck:12.15pm.
So i rushed through my daily housework, leaving my own room in a mess. I bathed again and changed, managing to reach the shop at aroun 1.10pm. And who do i see?
God the frustrations. I was so pissed. I looked at my mom for explanation, but she just shrugged. So i assumed he was ok. But my auntie wasnt there. I wanted to ask about her whereabouts, but my mom said
"Jangan jaga tepi kain orang!"
Translated:
"Don't take care of others' clothes!" which means, "Mind your own business!"
And so Taman Warisan is cancelled, and off i proceeded to the library. Managed to grab a couple of nice Malay books as well as a DVD entitled "The mind of a serial killer" (or something like that).
I am having constipation. I have not pooped in the past 3 days. Why oh why. And when i shampooed my hair this morning, a ridiculous amount of hair fell off. The same thing happened when i was combing my hair as well as tying it.
Two conclusions may be derived from this:
i)I am merely balding.
ii) I am having a terminal illness.
Out of these two, i seriously don't know which is better.
