I am immersed in so much emotions that im drowning in it.
I don't understand my mum. Right from the start, i wanted to work so that i won't burden her with financial matters during the hols. But she said "No. You sit at home and do housework. I give you 20 a week for allowance."
So i followed her orders. Now she refuse to give me allowance. So i'm having a cold war in the household.
This all wouldnt have happened if she would just trust me. I won't ask her for money. She won't have to supply my allowance. argh.
Shut up if you feel like tagging me and scolding me by saying "Who do you think you are? Do housework also want money. You should help out at home sincerely." (or words to that effect).
Just don't say it. I already know. But i need money to live my life.
And there's this tagger at Acik's blog who said i was seeking cheap publicity by linking Acik. This all seems dejavu-ish to me. History is repeating itself. Old blogders will know what im talking about.
What do you mean by is tudung a concept for me?
The other half left me with the sweetest smile and wave.
Sometimes dealing with people who judge me by a few words i say make me so angry.
I say "a" you take it as "b".
To you i say, whatever. I'm too tired.
