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from my point of view, its just my mum, and the maid.
sont take it too much on yourselves, its just NOT YOU.
okay, so yeaah, here goes.
ooooh, and theres alot going on at tumblr.
6 new posts under 20 minutes, wow.
thats alot. (:
okay okay!
mummy eh? i mean, seriously, what the fuck is going on in your mind? have you ever wondered about what I want? i need a new pair of slippers and sandals, and all you care about is just about YOU, YOU and more YOU. i have to nag and brag to you about all of this, and seriously speaking, you dont even care. what is this? it seriously isnt fair you know. ive been working my ass of, trying to find that fucking maid, and trying to keep everything up to your standard, and all you care is about you and your cousins. how fair can you be? i wanted a new pair of slipper, and you think about buying for Matin his shoe?!?!?!?!?! what the fuck is wrong with you? and there you go, complaining 'oh, you need a new sandal.' and you buy for him a shoe?! eh, beli slipar ten dolars on susah pe sial? tak susah, abe tak kasi klua, abe complain? ehh, sakit telinge aheh nak dengar perbualan kau. kalau kasi klua satu hal ah, ini, tak kasi, abe complain la, abe kate go buy yourslef la, abe tak mau kasi klua, how to buy? and you know i dont like to go out alone, or with you either, although technically you pay for the thinkgs, but i know what to do, and wat to buy. YOU WONT EVEN LET ME OUT TO GO TO WESTMALL TO MEET MY FRIENDS WITHOUT HAVING TO CALL YOU EVERY FUCKING 5 MINUTES. and you think its fair? no it aint. it never is. luckily you are my mom. if you were someone else, ill be damned to care already. i know you love me and you are scraed to lose me, but im not ten anymore, or maybe, im not five. im fifteen. and its not like as if i cant take care of things myself. i know how to, okay? even with my kawans, i can keep myself under control, the only matter is you being to over pessimist. relax okay? its not like anything, i know youre scraed for my well-being and for me to stay safe and all, ive heared you the first 50 million times, bu. seriously. when am i going to let you see my demands? you complain about the slipper and sandals, but you arent making any effort at all. how about that? it isn fair, its isnt fair.
and you, the fucking maid. i though that we could all rely on you to help us with the household chores, bnut i guess putting too much high hopes on you isnt such a good thing. yes, i know that you miss your husband and children, but eveen if you know that, why bother working here in Singapore? its good enough my mither gave you vitamins, spent lots of money on you, and you give us this kind of a pathetic result? who do you think you are? if you are thaat good, i dont ming, but you really do suck. eh, basic household chore pn susah pe nak buat? tak kan, abe asal skejap nak balek, skejap nak stay? ingat ape, holiday pe? eeeeeh, menyampah siulscxz. and dont pretend to pull of that "saya sakit bu, say pusing bu, saya ngak sedap badan bu" and all those fucking bullshits. dont and never take my mum for granted. and in fact, i rather have you comitting suicide rather than you have to be so much as to be this kind of a person. worse kind of person ever. never in my history with maids have i ever encountered some fucking person like you, bitch. nonsense.
okay done, now i can have my peace, aye?
absofuckinglutely.
yeally, superbly fucking mad.
and this is the only post with fuck going on.
im sorry, did it offen you?
oh, and i wanna ask my daddy to download the little mermaid ofr me.
ahvery time i wanna watch the little mermaid, something must go wrong.