Saturday, February 18, 2006
i lost my sense of direction. Thanks alot to you!
STUPID. this is getting so sick. whenever im high and happy, something will spoil my whole mood. like my dad is irritating me. i dont mean to be rude or what but can he stop nagging. he nags worse than my mother. how sick can this get. he is so NOISY! urghh. he is getting into my nerve. i wish i could scotch tape his mouth. im sorry to say all this but i just need to sceam and shout. so i cant shout at home so im gonna shout and scream my lungs out here. My dad is so "talk big" he like action lahh. goodness i call my dad that?. woops. but well what can i say. thats him. he is so NOISY.
Dad: Natasha, you take history right?
Me: Ya?
Dad: How was the world created?
Me: Ask me for what. i study hitler not how the world is created.
Dad: When was islam formed?
Me: Now what. i aint any religious teacher.
Dad: Dont come and talk to me like that.
Me: I really dont know.
Dad: You are trying to be rude. Your friends teaches you this.
Me: NO! my friends are not what you think they are.
Dad: They are only your friends when you have money. When you dont have, your friends will run away.
Me: Wahh! my friends not money face.
Dad: So trying to say your friends are good.
Me: Yes!
I blast my computer so horribly loud.So i cant hear him well.Then he scold me again!
Dad: i gonna consfiscate your phone.
Me: NO!
Dad: your friends better what. ask them for help lah.
Me: UGHHH. sick.
Dad: Who sick? you sick or me sick.
Me: You lah.
Dad: Thats it. end of this month you gonna get hell form me.
Me: okay fine!
AND my mum came in
Mum: Good take everything away from her.
Dad: Yes she dont need our help. she has her friends.
Me: URGHH! ya kayys.
Dad: still answering?!
Me: OKAY.
Dad: im grounding you.
Mum: Good. all she knows is wake up and eat.
Me: i got do my homework okays.
Mum: Your room is in a mess.
Me: I clear already.
Dad: You clear and you mess it again.
I cant take it and i cried. urghh. and now another thing is getting into my nerve which is making me more worse. im so gonna faint or something soon. this are all sick stuffs which i dont like. they just dont understand me. HAII. im breaking bit my bit. and im torn everywhere.
MAYBE im right.
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