My mom simply loves to nag. Was it fun or what? Oh well, it’s her hobby anyway. It feels like there’s a competition going on, on who-can-keep-nagging for a long time, you know. I tak sukeee! She nags, I blog. She hates it, I like it. She complaints, I listen. She tells dad, I do service recovery. -__- Wth?
Anyway, it’s all started because of my brother la. Don’t know how to find his own belardy things. Idiot. And the next things, I'm involved. Cb. It’s like get-1-get-1-free lor.
