My Father and I!

I was thinking a while ago, about my first hobby ever, which was keeping my father's wallet EMPTY. Yes, this was my first hobby, I used to love his wallet! When I was younger and my smile costs (I do not get what do you want to say), as time passed I stopped doing it and I forgot about it, you might say I lost my magic power, but that made me reach the conclusion that women Love money. I start to believe that we are just born with it.
Anyway, my father is sometimes like "Misha my daughter, moumou, tell me, why are you upset, just tell me, why don't u tell your father, and so on..", But our relationship isn't always that sweet, we have our familly moments when you just have to step back, like now: I have been begging him since last year to change the colour of my room, but he just doesn't want to do it, guess why?!! because he hates the smell of the paints. Now he finally accepted and my room is getting better, but he, he is like ffff complaining all the time, but I am sure that he will get jealous, and he will do the same to his room.
Girls, I advise you: never retreat in the face of your fathers, use your Smile, they will just surrender so easily!

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First notebook entry: Introducing myself

I would like to speak, learn and improve my english.