Saturday, January 15, 2005 @ 1:53 AM
okie a horrifying scene haunts me! The attack of the flying cockroaches! Oilam, jami, alicia and i were deeply tramatised. Hmm okie more like alicia and i, our msn nicks tell everything.
Dad started his usual grumbling session which obviously never failed to piss me off and gave me a chance to question him as though im a lawyer. He claimed that our house is too messy, had too much rubbish and what we had in our house simply convey to others what kinda of people we are. I deciphered what he said : We are all hanging a tag over our neck tt states we are garang guni.
What is a house without things in it. Arent we better off livin in a home for the elderly or how abt a squatter area? When i asked dad to identify the garbages, he kept repeating the same old stuff : "We have too much stuff in our house!"and pin point that tinu stack of bills my mum kept for reference. Know what i have a better solution: why not we dispose the bar counter which stores his brandy n martell that gives people the idea he is an alcoholic, how abt e leather furnitures that creates the impression that we r environmental unfriendly, oh yea his son ( 27) who perpetually buys stuff like hello kitty from mac that shows people his childishness.
Pardon me from being rude, for being rather provocative with my language... i jus cant suppressed it anymore! A silent protest thought came up to me : " yea maybe u should jus move out sooner or later, it's so common anyway."
Im feelin miserable,not as if i do not have enough personal issues and school work to struggle with and i still have to put up with such nonsense when i get home.
