Keenampuluhsatu

My mom passed away.

Keenampuluh

Saya pelik dengan keadaan semasa.
Masa kini orang pentingkan luaran.
Superficial.
Makin kurang yang mahukan hati yang baik berbanding wajah yang menarik.

Asal gemuk, huduh.
Asal kurus, cantik.

And I genuinely thought it was her time.
And this was carried with her to the grave.

Oh.
How I was wrong.

To ugly people, please work hard and earn more monies.

Then we go do plastic surgery.
Yay!