My mommy bought me this shawl/ scarf from Robinson Sale. Typical, got sale only then buy, if not don't buy. OMG, I THINK I'M TURNING INTO MY MOTHER. And look how it matches the colour of my room. How disturbing. I insisted that she ensures the material is thin and not the thick pashmina kind. It's okay, just that it does the really bunched up thing at the front which suddenly looks to me like I'm wearing a bib.
Is it weird to prefer attending to other people's problems than my own? Not that I have any pressing problems to deal with at the moment. But, I'd really just rather hear out friends' dilemmas than have to face or think about my own. Whatever the situation might be, for anyone, anywhere, anytime, I am at your service. You can call Husna, your personal Aunt Agony. Or in my case, call me Makcik Agony.
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