Monday, October 02, 2006

FUCKING PISSED.

FUCKING HELL.

I'm damm pissed.

P I S S E D.


I spent my ENTIRE second project payment on a graphic card (because the old one's burnt out).

no. That is not why I'm pissed off. In fact, I'm quite pleased that I'm able to pay for something WITHOUT using those motherfucking stingy parent's money.

senario :

dad comes back home - *SLAMS* door. stares at us like we're some bloody criminals.

Andrew : (gives usual couldnt be bothered) Hi!

Victor : (acts plastic) How was Japanese class?

Nicholas : (in the room, nobody can see him - types on the DoTA screen) "..."

shortly after that, mum comes back home. she clears the table of papers and letters, and STUMBLE (re: STUMBLE), upon my receipt for the graphics card which costs $125.

Mum : what is this thing? hu...n..dred a..nd twee..nty.. five. Wah. $125 dollars ah. And this thing, net... oh. its net payment.

Andrew : Oh. I went to Sim Lim Square today to repair the computer. The graphics card is spoilt, so I have to go repair it.

Mum : Oh. But how come got extra $30 one?

Andrew : Service mah. This kind of thing they confirm will charge one.
(note - this is what i said EXACTLY)

Dad : (in a I want to bash you up voice) You not happy is it? How dare you talk to us like that?

Andrew : (knowing that his father just wants to find trouble) Is there something wrong with what I said? I only answered what mum asked what.

Dad : (in a I want to kill you voice) You want to fight is it? How dare you speak to me like that?

Andrew : (knowing that he could kill his father in seconds no matter) HUH??

Dad : (ditto) You talk as though it is WE who spoilt your computer like that.

Andrew : (ditto) I NEVER said that, nor did I even imply that

Dad : (ditto) You think we will pay for everything you do?

Andrew : (fuming) NO. In fact, you don't. [making it clear that its mum who gives me the pocket money, not him]. This whole repair thing was paid using my own pay!

Dad : (gives the I am right no matter what face) So everything is you pay one lah!

Andrew : (enraged because he couldnt possibly be paying for everything) *glares*

Dad : *glares* stare what stare? want to fight ah?

Andrew : (tells himself that stupid imbeciles should not be the cause of the contortation of his own facial features)


PISSED.

I am fucking pissed.

People who read this may think that phrases like "want to fight ah" is funny, but from a person who is dead serious about giving you a punch that can knock out you teeth, its NOT funny.

(anybody who knows my family since young, knows that my father's dictatorship is not something laughable - he punishes at the slightest thing, such that his gaze can freeze our blood.)

I can win him hands down if he dares to lays a finger on me, but I'd only succeed in going to jail for manslaughter.

stupid move.

I can't belive how individuals like him ever make it in society.

Parents = Role Models? pffft. puui.

With these kinda role models roaming around in society, its no wonder teenage delinquency is consistantly on the rise - of course, these idiots treat their parents as role models, so naturally, they become like their gangster-like parents.

You think I'm joking?

hm. even if my brothers refuse to testify the truth, there is still Gina who was over the phone and heard the side of my father that no outsider has EVER seen before.

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