I starved myself the whole afternoon just so I could get greedy myself at dinner.
Dad brought us to this Club7 - club as in NOT the pub kind la duh - to have our dinner after picking Selena from her UT. Ah, I'm pissed at that girl, don't ask.
The place was relatively well-furnished and looks, well, classy(?) in a sense that I felt proud of my father, that his company have this kind of place for a hang-out. Cool uh.
The amazing thing was the price. It's freakingly reasonably cheap, to an extend where mum&dad ordered like nobody business.
I ordered a simple meal, just to fill my stomach. Other than that, I don't wish to touch any other side dishes ordered. Though, I love their 10dollars shell-e-os crab. It's like this real mini crab and the shell was edible as well. hah.
I totally forgot the earth's still orbiting, the moon's changing, and I'm breathing. I went totally blank as I place my position on the car seat and let myself drool in sleep. I felt tired of everyone asking me to be their perfect daughter and sister. So all I'm capable of doing is just ignored them to sleep.
Well, I'm back home. Doom to blogging.
I really have no life. No proper life in fact.
I want to have a life like Sheela. Perfect. Flawless. If not, at least, almost.
Sheela, I, too, hate myself for being like this.
But, I wasn't given the liberty to have alternative like you do.
Blov-vers, sometimes, you ought to appreciate your life more than you are now. Cause I bet a million ouncy fish, you guys have a wonderful fine life.
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P.S. Hafizah, you still look adorable. Even with your new do.