☭ monophonic taxi ; all the people at my workplace has no taste in music.

I haven't been online for the longest time. I've been busy working. My mom is here to take care of Baby Jazz and my sister is here to work since she didn't want to be confined in the hellhole with dad almighty. He almost didn't let her come here for her 4 months break because he's scared she'd end up like me. Did he take a good look at her and the way she's dress. If she's working at my company they will call her kam. Luckily she got a job at mydin as a cashier (OF ALL PLACES OMG). I'd rather sleep at home than work in a dump like that. I've been living without my parents since I was 13. I've seen the world and I never got culture shock like she did when she was studying in Kuching. Having a child out of wedlock is nothing in this world, but to kampung people like them, IT'S A SIN. He shouldn't worry, if I'm a guy, I wouldn't fuck her even if she pays me, but apparently a rempit got to fuck her by only giving her a few mcD's (Herr J was so angry he said it wouldn't matter if he fenced the house since spirits can still come in. He told me to tell her he didn't care if she fucks a rempit if they're doing it at those cheap rm70 motels. but I doubt the rempit can afford it). Oh what to do, it's not god's fault she's attracted to those kinds. I wouldn't even date anyone who owns a kelisa or a kancil. I was blonde in my previous life so, I can't stand the heat in this country. I must've been a dictator also, because I

Baby J is healthy etc. My mom bought a lot of things for him. Stroller, play mats those ball pool thing and clothes and everything. All the money came from my dad who had to work to feed his wife and three (now 4 including my husband) and baby J. What does my husband do? Borrowing money from other people then steal my money to pay them back. So this year I'm not going to save one cent. I'll do what I want with my dad's money and he'll have to starve like I did. But it's amazing how I seem to find money in my purse. I must've not spend enough. Or some god must've love me or something.

Getting my BB tomorrow. Or today. When I should've gotten it last year.

Oh there's a lady roaming around my housing. Herr J says she's okay but there's one evil shit came to the house the other week (when the rempit came). Dogs howled when they don't even bother howling at strangers before. I told her she can talk with him downstairs, but god knows why she invited him upstairs. Oh Herr J was pissed off because it's his mother's room and there's a yassin near the bed. I was sleepy but he drag me up and down checking the ghost.

Me? I don't care about lesser people. I should learn how to be selfish like Herr J. He had fun all last year and now he complains he tires when he works. He deserves it.He will only stop being a burden to me and his family when he dies. His friends? Oh they all think he's rich. He has money but he spend it all on himself and all his freeloaders friends. His family? Nah, his mom can feed him and my dad can feed me. It was like he never listened to what that stupid ustaz said. Responsibility? Not in his dictionary. I have to pay for his meals and he eats like a pig. His prophet said to stop before full but he follows sunnah babi. His sister's ipad thingy got stolen and he called along for help, supposedly to make the thief give it back. He wasn't that anxious to find my atm card. Maybe because he's scared he'ss have stomachache until he gives it back (which it never)

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