Terrible, terrible.
Everything's not right.
Long entry.
My dad is going cranky for the past
few days.
Just now, he told me to go all the way
down to the kitchen to refill his two bottles
with his precious DIAMOND water.
The thing is the tap is so small, it take ages to fill.
I decided to just get him boiled water lest he
says I'm too slow. Not like he'll know that
it is boiled water.
So I went up to his room and open the door.
Coincidentally, the dvd recorder has finished taping.
So the screen obviously was not in the TV mode.
And he screamed at me, and said that I kicked the
door and the screen went off. Wth.
Like I have such wonder legs that I can connect
all the way to the television. Mad.
Today. Met anabelle.
We headed to Raffles because she told me
that she wanted to go to some Mango warehouse.
We took one hour searching for the sale.
From OUB Centre to Hitachi Towers and
back to Caltex House and then all over.
She saw it wrongly. It wasnt in OUB.
It was at OUH. Thanks to the papers I bought.
So when we finally got there, it was such a major
disappointment.
It was like those cheap cheap departmental stalls kind.
What a warehouse sale. Worse than I ever thought.
Went back to tamp. Supposed to get my ziploc and stamps.
And I just have to forget again.
Now, all the Christmas cards are not going to make it.
I'm sorry, guys.
Home and then out to my grands place.
Nothing much. But talking about kids.
Kids these days. Tsk tsk.
My six-going-on-seven cousin is vulgar
as any adult can be, or even worse.
The whole afternoon, he was cursing his mother.
He just couldn't stop going on.
He said that she's such an idiot and stupid and
he doesn't give a damn about her.
Then he asked my grandfather to shut up.
Like what?! He's a seven year old kid and
my grandfathers like what, seventy?!
Then he argued with my uncle. Fought with him.
It got so bad, he opened the kitchen drawer and
whip out a knife. Its a big knife okay.
Tension. Damn fierce lah.
His mum was doing her hair in the salon across the street.
And we brought him down.
He entered the salon, run to his mother,
grab the pile of magazines (3 to 4 books)
and threw it on the mothers face.
My aunt was full of dye and the books swept
across her face it smeared onto her cheeks.
Then he almost punched her in the face.
Just because he doesnt like people touching
his mum's hair. He doesnt like his mum to
paint her nails or even do make up!
Crap.
Ultimate. I've nothing to say.
He's such a brat.
Everyone just wanted to give him a
tight slap on his face okay.
He's so possessive. And he looks down on people.
And no one can step on his tail at all.
Sigh.
YILING