Sometimes I really want to yell at my mom.I mean, I depend so much on her, yet she pulls off all of her ‘mindful’ stunts.

Every once in a while she barges into my room and messes around with my closet?
“Mak cari apa?”
“My underwear.”

What say you? WHAT SAY YOU!?

I bought bread yesterday for today’s lunch. Guess where I found it? In the fucking fridge. Why?

“I you don’t it will spoil”

Is the bread fresh? Yes. Is the bag opened? No. Will it spoil outside the fridge over 24 hours like that? I leave he answer to you.

Oh yes. She’s right about everything. EVERYTHING.