Sunday, November 12, 2006

7:06 PM

what we gang up on you
what shit what shit.
i never even say anything okay.

and i help you do your chores that time and you were'nt thankful.
instead you just keep asking mum to let me do more chores.
and then you push the blame to me.
what shit is this okay.
i lend you things then they come back damaged or not in good condition or finished.
some times they dont even come back.

thats your problem if you're not determined enough.
just wait a few more years then move out lah.

dont act like some miserable puppy.
and your room has some weird smell in case you didnt notice for the past few years.
no matter how many times you change your blogg add
i'll still find it.

and all those times you used the com till 2 plus.
when you were supposed to stop like 5 minutes later as you promised.
your 5 mins later was supposed to be 1 oclock.
and i didnt tell mum okay.
even though after you used the com,
i cant sleep.
i sleep at 3 almost 4 plus
tosssing and turning in bed.
its your fault okay.
and then sometimes the computer the quite new computer.
is spoilt by you.
why do you have to spoil everything.

and you say you dont need money.
then why do you wanna eat those expensive stuff.
you really make my blood boil you know.
and i cant stand the way you talk.
so unnatural.
like you're trying to act like someone you're not.

and that time, i was rushing my art.
i asked for a little help.
i think was to fill water or something.
but all you did was say "she should have started earlier. we give them 3 weeks for what?"
and then when you were rushing your project
i helped you cut okay.
i didnt say "who call you last minute do" all that shit okay.

and you dont care about other people lah.
you just finish all the food.
and dont leave for other people.
a pity people cant see the way you act at home.
it grosses me out.

close your mouth when you chew please!
all your food lands on my arm if you dont know.
and stop slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrping the soup.
its so noisy.
an can you take a plate please.
you just take a huge chuck of food, bite, and let it splash into the soup.
and then my arm and shirt gets infected with your everything mix together duno if its edible or not so called "food"
she's just gross.
and you know what she say?
"its all gonna end up in the stomach anyway what."

yea.
let me tell you what's gross.
banana + blueberry yoghurt = gross
smashed papaya in milk = gross
ice cream + honey +milo+coffee = gross

you know what.
although she did many gross stuff, i kinda forgot what other concutions she came up with.

oh i know.
once she mixed nachos + tortilla chips + ketchup + vanilla ice cream
and then for once.
she found out that it didnt taste nice.
so she poured it down the toilet bowl.
and when i came back.
i was like
"YUCK. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS. WHO VOMITTED. CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND FLUSH OR NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
and then i found out the truth.
and i didnt feel like using the toilet anymore.

and last time.
she ate coco crunch with ketchup.
its not weird okay.
it dosent even tast nice.
its disgusting.

and then i always have to wipe your muck off the computer screen.
and when i ask wy is the screen so dirty.
so still can say
"orh. i sneeze."
and you dont even bother to clean.
and i have to clean it cause i cant stand it.
and stop spoiling the printer and the com and the scanner.

an there's hair all over her dressing table.
and then she dont wanna pack her room.
then me and my dad have to help her pack.
and my dad was funny.
he see anything that he dont recognise or looks weird or he duno what's that.
he just threw away.
and yuck.
her room smells.
and she stinks!


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