When I go out, this is what I do:

I say only 2 words, "Anything ah." Just because I'm afraid to make decisions. And then I talk about life (because there are no elements to my life that are more interesting.) I'm a very good girl. I know my boundaries, and I'm afraid of crowds. I'm afraid of buat-ing dosa. Haha. Then I get home as soon as possible.

I think my mum thinks this is what I do:

Buka tudung!
And err, I go get a tattoo on my right butt. Shave both sides of my head and leave some kind of a punk hairstyle. I hang around lots and lots of boys(which in any case, I don't even have guy friends. wth.) And then I smoke pot and drink lots and lots of alcohol. Then I walk around wildly and hit random people. And listen to blackmetal and worship satan. I go home VERY VERY LATE like at 9pm. (LOL here.) I go home, be rude to my parents, break the vases and china. Throw a tantrum, break some furniture, listen to Marilyn Manson and eat alcoholic chocolates. Pass out, go to bed.

Nyahahahahaha. I think I have an interesting fantasy life.

Mum, don't worry so much okay. I'm a really really really good girl.

I think I need a one to one session with her. Her perception of my social life is ridiculous. For godsakes, I do not even possess a social life.