it's the hols dat u feel waylaid.. nth beats staying home slping n resting all day.. or gng out wif a bunch of pple playing ur hearts out

mi heart cringes at the tot of the housework i hafta do seriously.. dat i gt ticked off jus now for taking too long folding clothes etc etc. but well.. i realised i possessed a flair to b a homemaker.. jus dont expect ur house to b spick n span n as clean as sum 5-star hotel standard

it's still of acceptable standard.. fret not.. im apparently quite pigged out by the tot of staying home wen mi sis's home.. her actions n behaviour.. well disgusts mi tremendously.. n she's jus another typical teenager hu suffers frm loss of identity wif strings of profanities flying outta her mouth ALL THE TIME.. i cant emphasis more on basic hygeine standards dat she lacks.. arrogance gets the better of her dat u carn wait to c her fall n wonder how she gna pick herself up..

n den after one whole day of surviving wif her in dat empty house.. u heave a sigh of relief..
bro comes home

mother comes home
she starts off her lecture.. rants raves yada yada

u decide to lock urself in ur room..
u hear conversations meant to spite u in the background..

n tot to miself.. i shld jus haf gone ** house to seek refuge..

n yes.. now im alone sitting here in the middle of nite seeking a few pathetic moments of solititude whilst all of dem r dead in their dreams...


u noe tomoro mummy is gna call u like a gazilllion times again.. as she nags as much as she can.. making the most outta a fone call b4 i force her to put down the fone by saying..
okay bye bye.. okay bye bye.. okay bye bye for the third n the last time

i was napping dis afternoon feeling absolutely disturbed n irritated.. n i heard the fone ringing non-stop.. i ignored..
i woke up returned her call.. nevertheless.. her secretary was still calling mi non-stop on the other line..

onli 5mins after i hung up the fone wif her.. mi poor motorola fone got a break...
u shld imagine the burning flaming frustration rising in mi..

even wen i was cooking dinner
i was hallucinating
the fone was silent obediently deep in my back pocket
but i cld still dat familiar handfone ringtone in the backgrnd

how scary...