Gloomy Sunday

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I canceled all my plan I've made a few days back, to cycle around the avenue near to my city's bay and going to McDonald alone. I instead doing my laundry with mom yelled behind, and she keep me company to buy swimsuit I never know when to worn. 

My friend, Nabilah, texted me as she reached home from dorm, “Happy milad and remain to be Adzra I knew.” the wish still asame as last year, to remain as the Adzra she used to knew. “Thank you, I love you” I replied. She disappear again until next month.












Mom bought me birthday cake after I back from the weeaboo gathering event (I know its nerd). I told her I wanted the one from another bakery, yet she said they has no taste and I have no respect for her effort to give me a little surprise, then the grumble came out, promising she will buy as I request tomorrow with the risk the cake will throwed to my face if she can prove its undelicious.

Odd day, realizing that its my birthday make it way more odd. I tried to make it remarkable than any other shitty day. Yet, I fail. 

Food may will cure it, I though. Somehow, the delivery option are not working, they recommend me the pick-up option, will neither works 'cause my dad surely will not drive me there to pick my food.

Adzra turning 4th


10th 🤳


Still and all, happy birthday to Adzra, whoever she is.


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Hi! I'm Adzra, I haven't been to any state in the United States but I cycled for 10km on November 21st. Four of cats depend their life on me.

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