Sunday, December 04, 2005

Listening to: Do Something by Britney Spears

Was actually planning to write about the happy, blissful day spent at a dearest's aunt's house, but I have absolutely no mood nor desire to do so anymore. The last two days have the pissest days of the whole 'exciting' year, but I'm reluctant to speak about it.

Please ignore my absence of maturity and level-headedness in dealing with matters, that is ever so required in my 18 years of wisdom. *flips finger skywards*

As you may see, today ain't all merry and joyous for me either. I trudge home with a plastic bag in hand (read: cup-noodles) and only misery for company. Reached home to see the dark face of female parental unit, barking how I did not do my chores.
It doesn't seem to occur to her that her other offspring was free the last few days, doing just about nothing at home. Talk about unfairness. Talk about injustice. Honestly, I feel like screaming in her face and tearing the fucking roof off my house but its a bad idea cos I live in a HDB.

I'm not even gonna moan, groan and complain about it. In fact, mum's the word. (and on both counts, if you catch my drift). So yeah.

Humbug, world. @#$%^ humbug indeed.

Who needs love?