* I can’t text while shopping because “that’s how people get robbed”
* I can’t text while lying down on my bed because that means I’m “obsessed”
* I can’t text while walking & going to anywhere at all because it’s “unnecessary”
* I can’t text while sitting down because I’m only 19 but I’m “already acting like a businessmen”
* I also can’t text in the car because I should always “look at the signboards so we wouldn’t get lost” but we ALWAYS END UP GETTING LOST ANYWAY.
So basically wherever I go or whatever I do I should just never ever text.
So my mom left for work & before she left, she told me there’s a bunch of stuff in the fridge for me to cook like chicken, veges & god knows what else.
Which was ironic of her because I don’t know how to cook at all.
Believe me when I say I’m not proud of my statement above because I really really really wanna learn how to cook & bake like Nigella Lawson & if it’s not too much I’d really love to have her hair as well but unfortunately this isn’t Narnia but life.
Don’t get me wrong, I do know how to fry stuff(except for this one chicken incident the other day but they JUST WOULDN’T COOK) but when it comes to making really complicated dishes I just really can’t.
So it’s now almost lunchtime & I’ve decided to cook me some chicken keels.
I don’t know why but I just can’t do it without feeling emotionally disturbed because I can’t bear the thought of holding a person in my arms because that’s too cheesy & it only happens in P.S. I Love You or something right.
The only people I hug are my older relatives who generally greet younger relatives with hugs & kisses(!) which is actually one of the reasons why I dislike family meetings.
I also occasionally hug my mom’s friends who then usually comment on my size which is why I hate my life.
I hug Halima too whenever I see her but that’s only because if I don’t, she’s gonna greet me with something else.
So people unless you want me to kick & scream, don’t hug me OK lol kidding.
I used to like it very much back when this photo was taken because it was either cuddling with its mother or hiding or sleeping or doing anything that didn’t involve me.
Now that it’s stronger, it always tries to climb up my chair, it meows loudly ALL THE TIME, it doesn’t only run but GALLOPS too so when it starts chasing you, it will make you wanna call someone to perform a cat exorcism.
The only words I have ever said to it are,
*Stop!
*GO AWAY
*I have no food for you
*LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE
which pretty much sums up our relationship.
And I don’t even know why I’m blogging about it but I just wanna share what I have to deal with every day.
I can’t sleep on my right, my gum is swollen, I can’t chew without looking like a giraffe, I speak with a slight lisp & for the first time ever I can’t even properly say my own name.
So tomorrow I’m just gonna ask the dentist to yank whatever that needs to be yanked because all this pain is starting to annoy me & I’m starting to miss the good old times where I could laugh wholeheartedly like hahahahaha instead of hahahah OW MY FREAKING TOOTH WHAT THE HELL OH MY GOD MY FREAKING SOUL.
Also I am trying to blog again so hi hello & stuff lol.
So my mom left for work & before she left, she told me there’s a bunch of stuff in the fridge for me to cook like chicken, veges & god knows what else.
(worst name ever)(blame my sister)