Before we know it, we're halfway through August. We're nearing the end of the year. If my birthday is nearing, it's definitely almost the end of another year. Fasting month is here again and for the first time this year, I really am just physically fasting but doing nothing more to observe the holiest of all months. I'm making no excuses for the hike in my ignorance this year. I just am. Anyway, raya preps are on the way. I may not be a good person to myself but at least I'm trying to be one to my parents. I'm the only daughter helping with the ongoing home makeover. Yes we're a family of low-budget handymen (mainly dad and me). Raya will be highly anticipated then. What more with our raya outfits done.
Anyway, I'm a bore now. All I've been doing is chasing money. It's time to blow off some of the cash. Ceh! I can say that because I have been working hard. And reaping good ole efforts. It started with the boyfriend's birthday which was totally awesome by the way. Usually birthdays are meant for the one turning older. But I got my treat too. No complaints here. Before I start getting busy again post-Ramadhan. Since the boyfriend is pretty much busy, it is time to enjoy some me time with me cash. Maybe throw in a few long lost friends. God knows how many dates I've cancelled on. Here's hoping my dad would pull the reins if I spend too much.
Don't really hope so though. Best therapy is retail therapy. And when I'm dropping bombs on the parameters of matters of the heart, I'd rather just be dropping bills. Or in my case now, sliding cards. Finally!
Anyway, I'm a bore now. All I've been doing is chasing money. It's time to blow off some of the cash. Ceh! I can say that because I have been working hard. And reaping good ole efforts. It started with the boyfriend's birthday which was totally awesome by the way. Usually birthdays are meant for the one turning older. But I got my treat too. No complaints here. Before I start getting busy again post-Ramadhan. Since the boyfriend is pretty much busy, it is time to enjoy some me time with me cash. Maybe throw in a few long lost friends. God knows how many dates I've cancelled on. Here's hoping my dad would pull the reins if I spend too much.
Don't really hope so though. Best therapy is retail therapy. And when I'm dropping bombs on the parameters of matters of the heart, I'd rather just be dropping bills. Or in my case now, sliding cards. Finally!
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