this post is dedicated to my DEAREST parents. so scram if you don't want rants.
now that's something i don't understand.
it isn't fair, when parents can do something and then say that we kids can't.
for example, slamming something down when we're angry. my mom ALWAYS does that.
whenever i slam something, she fires up.
okay so i fire back. but that's not the point.
and my dad is like, worse.
he, at the freaking(i'm angry enough to use fucking. i just won't. oh oops, i just did.) old age of 40-don't know what, still throws tantrums.
when somebody does something he doesn't like, for example me coming home really late, like midnight or something, he totally shuts off.
he doesn't show in his actions or whatsoever that he is angry, but he just won't FREAKING talk to me. like ignore me.
well. these actions are total contradictory to what they say when i throw tantrums(not that i do, my brother does) or when i slam the door in frustration.
and why, why, WHY make mothers so naggy???
i DO do my homework. it's just that its the weekend, dammit, who does homework during weekends?
ok so my brother does but that's because he's a little baby who scared of everything from ants to dust. so naturally he'd be stressed if he didn't finish his homework on time.
and it's not my fault he's such a weirdo, cos my parents and my previous maid spoiled him pretty, even until now. at his age(primary 6), i was whacked nearly twice every week til i got pretty used to it.
well they can blame themselves if i talk back cos i've hardened up.
but my dear little brother cries as easily as paper can be crushed.
i say he'd finish his 6 mock exam papers in one week if he didn't spend most of the time playing his gameboy under the table where i "can't see".
and he wouldn't have to make up for it during the weekend.
look, i made progress already. i'm half-done with my english phrase book, half-done with that nan hua paper. it's not bad, for 2 weeks.
for me, i mean. usually i start around the 3rd week.
so why can't i take a break from it now huh? you didn't have to slam the bottle on the washing machine, dammit, woman!
and she nagged me bloody long for not washing my shoes. i've fucking washed them already, okay.
and she totally never says thank you for anything. all she knows is to nag if i didn't do any her chores.
well i have half a mind to go I WON'T DO ANY OF YOUR CHORES, THEN, WE'LL SHE HOW YOU HANDLE ALL THE CHORES ON YOUR OWN!
but i know even so she won't learn how to appreciate me. HAH.
and you know what's worse?
SHE ALWAYS EXPECTS ME TO THANK HER! it's one of the things she nags on too.
goes on and on about us studying hard so that we can achieve more in the future and other shit.
it all adds up to giving her a better life and a mansion and a maid and a chaffeuer to drive her to cloud 9.
I AM NOT DONE.
i haven't finished with my dad, that stingy old man.
he accounts and accounts and counts and counts all the bloody finances til my head wobble. he's nearly like that stingy guy in the christmas story by charles dickens. i don't know the title. but i'm sure you've heard of it. if not ask me lah.
he goes on and on about saving money and i don't know what.
EXCUSE ME???? you give SO MUCH allownace every month, i TOTALLY can save up!
oh wait. now my mom's at the dining table peeling something. i bet she's gonna start up.
i can go on and go on about everyone.
don't you go saying i'm not being appreciative. i appreciate my parents. but not when they're throwing childish tantrums or shooting their mouths about.
you know, my parents ALWAYS think they're right.
yea. did you know they believe i've lost my virginity?? sheesh. i think i took more sex education then both of them added up together to know what pre-marital sex is about.
just FYI i totally still have my virginity.
its a super long story to why they think so, and only one person knows this story. *winks*
and even on computer stuff.
add up what my brother, father, mother knows about computers, its probably not half of mine. and i don't know a lot either. in fact i probably know only about 20%.
but they go on and on like they know everything in this world.
and my dad. did you know, he was pissed off when i suggested getting tuition, he didn't want to pay the fees.
not that he did say. but usually he would volunteer to pay anything educational.
he was pissed that i didn't want him to teach me.
not that i didn't want to. but the way my dad teaches, it's exhasting. i only asked for A, not the whole alphabet. you didn't have to throw in numbers too.
so i practically had to make him pay. he's so darn rich. so he shouldn't be complaining.
rich and stingy...
it's not only in my allowance. he won't let my mom off either, when she goes on one of her shopping spree.
GAHHHHH!