In the name of Allah.
. . .
Living alone makes me an independent woman.
I sleep and wake up, I take my breakfast, lunch and dinner, I wander around pasar malam, I buy groceries, I visit Mr DIY, I cook my meal, I do the chores, I watch movies, I sing my favourite songs, I laugh over crazy jokes (from soc med), I treat my period pain, I feed myself medicine when I'm sick, I laugh, I smile, I cry,
alone.
I am and independent woman.
And it is not always a happy day.
. . .
Living alone makes me an independent woman.
I sleep and wake up, I take my breakfast, lunch and dinner, I wander around pasar malam, I buy groceries, I visit Mr DIY, I cook my meal, I do the chores, I watch movies, I sing my favourite songs, I laugh over crazy jokes (from soc med), I treat my period pain, I feed myself medicine when I'm sick, I laugh, I smile, I cry,
alone.
I am and independent woman.
And it is not always a happy day.
