Im Nurul Nadhirah's Grandmamama.
BAHAHA!
I dont recall giving birth to your dad, child.
Nyohwell.
You'll get a bunch of ghay good-looking undertaker
wearing lacy underwears with
a blue polka dotted bow tie surrounding your
purple coffin tommorrow morning, happy? :]
Guuuuuurd.
Time check.
9.30am.
Aunty turned in like, 5 minutes ago and slept
like she's never slept before.
Leaving me all alone i see.
Wonderful.
She treated me to McDonald's Big Breakfast
and had it delivered straight back home.
We're the first in the house to get breakfast
besides grandmama, mom and younger sister
because they were still sleeping unlike us, who
stayed awake for hours just by watching random fights on Youtube.
I know, right.
Made her happy, made me happy.
We're both okay with that.
Its all good.
2 and a half minutes and 56 plus 1 seconds ago,
Grandmama woke up, was shock, saw me still
sitting infront of the computer alone.
I repeat, Yes alone.
Gave a slight "Its Okay. I Forgive You"
pat on my head and told me to get
some shut eye because it's not healthy and that...
i may die from lack of sleep.
OKAY, SO SHE DIDNT SAY THAT.
I lied, but still.
Indirectly, sounds like it.
And like a sweet innocent good five-year old,
i, for once is gonna listen to her and go to sleep.
10.00am.
Goodnight, loves.