I’m always sleeping all the time. Too tired to even do anything nowadays. I don’t really like the working life that much even though I wanna make tons of money. Oh well, at least there’s still one more schl day for me left or so I think of it that way which is next week. One last final goodbye to all of you.

Going great so far. So different from toysrus & swensens, am super glad I took e job. Though I might not stay long if I get into police, but the manager assured me to just learn, gain experience and enjoy my stay here while I can.

Still not getting any news from police :/ If this thurs still no news, the next coming thurs, hopefully I’ll receive a good news instead.

Even though I don’t have a boyfriend, I still have my mom. The person whom I can talk to about mostly everything. To stupid random stuffs to serious matter about life to love to guys. Maybe that’s the reason why I don’t do activities like my age group will usually do. Go to town or go arab street or bbqs or chalets.

The reason why I love to talk to my mom is because apart from being my mom, she’s an adult whom have went through a lot in life. Why I would do anything to let my mom listen to my stories and complaints is because adults hv different, hw should I put it, a whole different lvl of perspectives. Telling my stories to my friends would be like listening to myself when they speak. My thinking cannot go broader listening to another 20 yr old speak.

Talking to my mom started way back in primary school. I would come home telling her about my adventures or this and that. She in return will tell me about her work and the politics and hw it works. What went wrong in her marriage, how fucked up everything was actually.

As I get older, I understand why my mom did those things she did. It’s tough. Crazy tough. When I watch the movies and think why must it be so complicating? Everything. Everything just keeps getting complicated. No wonder adults act the way they do and it helps me a lot knowing why they act that way when I listened to my mom’s stories.

I don’t know you guys. Most of my friends don’t usually talk to their moms or dads. Talk to both. Those who don’t do that, I honestly think is a shame and a huge waste. They are not just your parents. They were kids like us, go thru puberty. They have their dark tales too. Talk to them, you’ll be actually suprised that they are your parents.

Lol, most of the stories my mom told me, till today, I’m suprised that she is my mom.