Pull the roots out

4.44 in the afternoon,I'm at home and feeling lazy as usual.I thought of putting all the traditional clothes into my mum's closet but I keep on procrastinating giving myself reasons not to do so.I don't know why but my Dad has been a little too enthusiastic about Hari Raya this year.Well,its our first time celebrating it in our new home.He got so many plan and I get giddy hearing them.I appreciate it that he's making the effort to make changes this year but changes cost money.And we can't afford to lose anymore money.He keep on saying he doesn't have money but I know he has because if not,we won't have plans for the living room.Lets just wait and see.I don't think his plan will work because he'll end up getting angry at himself because he gets tired and then we will be his victim and then I will have to listen to all his nagging because it seems like I am the ONLY child now.haha

I want to say thank you to my Grandma White(I call her Nek Putih because duh,she's white) for her help all this months.Only she and Mum helped me through all this sufferings.No one knew,not even my sister.I just wanted to keep it as a secret because I don't want people to think I'm under depression or I need serious attention.Maybe I needed help that time but I guess it happen because of my own wrongdoing.Thank god I survived.I don't know how to repay her kindness and also Dr T for dealing my teenage angst.Do not,I repeat DO NOT ask me what all this is about because I won't tell you.Skeletons are meant to be kept inside the closet.