in a nutshell,
my life sucks.
at 19, my life is still being dictated by my parents who portray a seemingly religious lifestyle. seemingly, because ordinarily they AREN'T although they try very hard to make us believe so.
they don't even allow me to break my fast at pizza hut with alfiyan, yasir and ellis! and the reason? because it's Ramadhan and they still have responsibility over me and don't want anything to happen. what exactly do they think will happen?!?! honestly i think that they don't trust me enough, which really does hurt me.
but whatever.
i can't wait till it's time for me to move out of home so that i no longer have to live under unfair rules and regulations just because.
i swear my parents are the best.
the best in terms of being the LEAST understanding set of parents i've ever met. and also the best in terms of driving their daughter so crazy that she can't wait to pack her bags and leave.
sure, i admit to being a spoiled brat, one who is not used to being said no to. but then again, i believe that as a child, i didn't turn out too badly. i still help do the house chores (since no one else seem to bother) and i don't give my parents awful problems. plus i've already served my time of being confined to home during secondary school. i never was allowed out that much and i remember abiding by their rules but they can't do this to me forever!
on the other hand, as always, i thank god that i still have alfiyan the sweetheart by my side always. this is despite the fact that i let him down because he really was looking forward to meeting yasir again, this time with his new girlfriend. so was i! sigh.
i love him so much, my heart feels like bursting.