Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
oh god. i have been so out of touch. no frills housing. awesomeness. oh god.. this is so depressing. and elderly homes in jb. life really rocks. where have i been these past few days? freak lah.
anyways. when my dad asked if we wanted to go out for lunch, i thought: why not? ill probably not eat with them for dunno.. a couple of months. not that we eat together all that much. my mother, being the person she is, refused to go eat cos.. shes against bringing people who do not do their own fair share out for lunch. well, alrighty then. then there was the now-familiar spiel about how i used to claim i didnt know, but now i have no excuse already, and how im supposed to a good role model since im the oldest. im supposed to be helping more, taking care of the others, etc. and yet it is me who is the most fucked up. according to them, yes. i am the black sheep of the family. even though ive only done stuff that are really tame. yeah.
yeah. i guess that since im moving out anyways, the whole point is moot. i guess part of the reason why i didnt go back even though i was sleepy last night was cos i dunno.. i wanted to send the message that im paying for my own stuffs now. they have no jurisdiction over me any more. i cant believe one of the reasons he gave for me not staying in hall. because even now staying at home they dunno what im doing, come home late at night, etc. damn freaking funny lah can. its the kinda thing you really dunno whether to laugh or cry. i mean like, wth. dont you think its a little too late? we really dont know each other. you dont even want to know. youd rather not say anything besides the usual oh you know, dont make so much noise at night, your room is damn messy, and so on. you freaking assume you know what who it is i am, but get/act shocked/disappointed when i chop off my hair, pierce my tongue, move out. its not like i didnt say beforehand i was thinking about these things. (well maybe not the hair) ive been going on for ages about moving out. after the all the hot air and rhetoric, when it finally comes down to really moving out, the words you have are pathetic and vindictive. i mean like, whats up with things like: oh yeah, at least now youll know what we do for you. at least now youll learn to be independent. fuck off lah. dont tell me you never said things like: if they dont move out i will move out? you got what you wanted what. now well all be out of each others way. yay. everybodys happy. or not?
perhaps i was being rather naive and stupid-ish to think that after such a transgression theyd still want me at their table? but he did ask if anyone wanted lunch, didnt he. haha. maybe he was counting on me saying no.
1:24 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
