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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

You never know how fucked-up my parents are sumtimes.

So what if i go out till abit late, lets say around 810 and already stated i am coming back for dinner, then when i come back home for dinner, the mum starts screaming at me why i come home so late for dinner, and ask the ridiculous questions like what i do outside, go sweep the floor isit walk here walk there?

YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE SAID. FUCK!

Ridiculous? I am already blardy 18 and she still cares what i am doing outside, asking everytime i go out, and bothers if i am staying out tonight and not coming back home to sleep. And look i am a blardy guy, if i get raped i dont really care since i am a blardy gay anyway.

Secondly, when i say i am going out at night to accompany my guy frens just becos they are going army in 2 days time and its just one of our last gatherings. Plus i am a blardy guy, i shld know how to take care of myself. You should hear what she says.

"what people go army your problem ar, people ask you go then you go, you got no mindset of your own isit. So late already go out for what. Go out from afternoon till now not enuff ar. You like to go out so much, then dont come home la"

Shows the middle finger. Like seriously, if i dont go out now, when my frens go army and when the girls settle in their jobs, how am i gonna find chance to go out u tell me. Not like its sch tmr, so what if i am gonna stay out late? SO WHAT?! Thats what i told them. SO WHAT?!

I really feel like crying when i see the upcoming boring life. Cant i just spend the last few minutes with my friends?!

Then while saying that, the dad says "since you dont want your mother to care, then you(mother) should not give him any money at all. Sundays saturdays no money also, u got work u shld pay for yourself"

?! Seriously my fucking lan jiao.

I dont earn like 1000000 bucks a month, and i pay for all my expenses except my meals in which i only ask from them 8 dollars a day and 10 dollars for both days on sat and sun. Sometimes i settle 2 meals outside, but yet i never asked for more. Cos I know if i spend abit more its my business, not theirs. Then the bus fare i also have to top up half of it myself, and everyone knows its adult fare so its madness. And u know not everytime the people u go out with eats hawker food, 8 dollars for 2 meals, drinks not included, u eat mucus la.

I only earn at most 1000 a month by the way.

Sometimes i just blardy hate their way of interfering with my affairs, and the way they put things through. Seriously if u care for me, please just shut up, and life wld be so much better.

I just quarrelled until my throat is sore. U never know how difficult it is to talk reason to them when its obviously pointless.

Not as if i have alot of things to do at home. Besides the com, which is only used for surfing the net cos i dont play games in it, not that i dont want to, but its not good enuff to support the latest games. The tv cannot be turned on after 11 becos the dad needs to sleep and it will affect his sleep. That i have no complaints cos u have to give way to all breadwinners. No ps2, No xbox 360, no PSP, no siblings, no TV, no games. Seriously, i always ask them. What u want me to stay at home for seriously.

Wilson asked me yesterday. Girlfriend. Friends. Family.
Rank in importance.

Girlfriend friends Family.

You can call me a bastard. You can call me an unfilial fucker. But i dont really care. You can try being in my shoes before u start talking any bullshit. I am still gonna feed them when i get a stable job, but i dont really have close affections.

They say only when they truly leave then you will appreciate their presence. But till then, i just really hate them. If not because of their ill-reasoning, life wld be so much better. So what if i was alone all by myself, i wldnt have complained so much. Now u want to deprive me of my frens, then i got 2 words.

FUCK OFF.


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