The truth about lying to your parents is, you have to do it to protect them. It’s for their own good. I’m talking about harmless, white lies here not the I-think-I-accidentally-ran-over-someone-with-your-car lie. I mean, take my own parents. If they knew the unvarnished truth about my finance/love life/social life, they’d have instant heart attacks and the doctor would ask, “Did anyone give them a terrible shock?” and it would all be my fault. See my logic?
I’m currently reading Sophie Kinsella’s Twenties Girl so stuff has gone a bit morbid lately. She’s still funny though! 😆 …I totally forgot what I was going to write. Get it together, Nadirah. Oh! A few update on life. I broke my phone. I wish I’m joking but no. And this is not the crack-the-screen-pay-RM400-then-okay kind of accident. This is the need-to-replace-phone-asap kind of accident. *sigh* I was planning to buy the Sony alpha-5100 camera this year. I guess it’ll have to wait. 🙃 Let me tell you. My phone didn’t just broke, it was properly broke. Half of the LED screen turns black and unresponsive. Whilst writing this down, I don’t know whether to cry or to laugh. I might as well do both — caugh. I’m so funny guys, you should laugh.
Art from Pinterest.
There are so many other reasons to be happy. p/s I didn’t tell my parents about this, and I am not planning to. I think they can live well enough without knowing this tiny fact about me. 😅
A little update: I decided to stick with my old phone and fixed it up. It looks brand new now! 😆 I did tell my parent that my phone was broken when I went to fix it up (I really am the worst liar), however, I spared them the details on how much it costed and how broken the phone really was. 😅
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