I am really bad at following orders. Let alone, in making decisions too. And I get into real deep shit every single time.
I can't cook. Every time I tried to attempt something, it ends up with a day of diarrhea. No one in my family even wants to try eating it too.
I retaliate a lot. Means that if I gone by with a day of exercise, I reward myself with carbonara spaghetti and cookies&cream milkshake after that.
I feel ridiculous, looking at wedding photos and imagining my dream wedding, like its my only wish of my life - to have a band in my 4th finger.
I have a tendency of doing everything last minute. Timetables works worst for me. Snooze button is my best friend.
I have overprotective parents. I have been telling my parents for years that I would like to go solo travelling, since I have no friends and getting married seems very far-fetched. The answer is always NO.
So with all the money that I plan to use for travelling over the years, goes to food. Which equals to - none of the clothes fits me anymore.
Ilyanti Nabilah
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