Sigh, i just realized the issue i fight over with my mum the most, is the way i look, or the way i dress, or the way i present myself to others. In public.
We just received the photos from our old cell group's gathering, and my mum saw the photo of all the children. She pointed to each kid, and said "oh so sweet, oh so pretty, oh so matured, oh so handsome..." Then then when she came to me, "ah you".
I was like WHAT? That's IT?! And she went, "i'm not going to say anything. you always look like that. i don't want to nag anymore". zzzz thanks arh mummy...
I was like WHAT? That's IT?! And she went, "i'm not going to say anything. you always look like that. i don't want to nag anymore". zzzz thanks arh mummy...
All the girls are in pretty dresses or skirts, and i'm the one in jeans and a funeral color top. -.- oh well that's loisa for you...
The Children. Yep, i'm right at the erm, right. No your left. My right. Okay nvm
The Mothers. My mum's in the center
The Fathers.
My dad's zzz in the center as well. My entire family is the center of attraction, except me -.-
OKAY inferior complex here... NO WAY! Loisa is just right as herself. After all, God made me this way right? Alright so i'll TRY to dress up a little more next time. TRY, no promises!! hahahahaha
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