Thursday, September 18, 2008 I wonder.. Why some people just won't go home? This is not your freaking house. Can't you just get the fuck out? It seems like I am getting chased out by my own house. I've not watched the tv for months. Reason being there's this fucking parasite in the living room everyday I reach home. That is not a big problem. I can live without tv. You started from a simple sleep over. Then slowly bring more clothes over. In the end, you settled your moronic ass into my house. If you just minded your own business and don't bother my parents and I, I am still able to take it. But what the fuck. You treat my place like you are the owner. And you treat my mom like your maid. Get it in your pea-sized brain that my mom is doing whatever she's doing because she has a kind-heart. That does not mean you can fucking take advantage of her. Knn. You think you can climb on top of my parents' heads and poo? Fuck you. Let you sleep here not enough? Still must feed you. Still must wash up after you. Still must wash and iron your clothes. Do you know how much you disrupted our lives?!?? Then every time you went back to your own home. You come and chao chao nao nao with my brother. Quarrel like there's no tmr. Eh tieu la. You think what? Throw tantrum is it. Diao your rotten face la. How I wish that I will never ever see your ugly high-heels outside my door. How I wish my family goes back to our old ways. My dad used to come home everyday at 6+ even when my mom is working. He would buy dinner for me and take a nap in the living room before going out to fetch my mom. Now, due to the presence of some fucking parasite, he prefer to stay out and wait for my mom. I dread staying at home too. Your voice is like a swarm of bees stinging my brain. Your laughter is like some injured crow cawing for help. Heck man! Just by the presence of your shoes outside my house can make me pek chek. Moreover now my granny is now living at my house. She's staying for the week. As a result, I am sleeping in the living room. So there's no way that I can avoid that piece of shit that is always nua-ing in front of the tv. Get a life and get out. You suck. posted at9:25 PM |
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