You know when you're having a really bad day and people come up to you and tell you that you've to suck it up cause shit happens, and you really want to punch the person in the face? well i'm having such a day. I'm just waiting for that person to come along and tell me that so that i can punch them in the face.
woke up late this morning, supposed to be helping my dad at 8am but ended up waking up only at 9am. looked around the house for my stupid bro and couldn't find him, so i thought that (miraculously) he had gone down to help my dad earlier than I. pfft. fat hope. he came back 10 mins later with soya bean and a loaf of bread as his breakfast! and he hasn't even gone down to help. -.- end up? I showered and went down to help and he was sitting there eating his bread, drinking his soya bean milk and watching eragon dvd. what an ass.
helped my dad at the stall, the both of us munched on biscuits as breakfast cause there were a lot of customers. did what i had to do, and WAS doing what i was supposed to do, until my MUM called. Whatever for? She was asking me to drive her back from IMM. Boiling. and over the phone still asking me to prepare baskets and ribbons for her so that she can wrap a hamper when she gets home. Boil until overflow. asked me where my bro was, and when i told her that he was probably still sleeping, she scolded over the phone that we don't have a heart to help my dad, and somemore ask me to call her when i reach home so she can talk to my bro. Pre-explosion. ok, i'm irritated. but she's my mum, i can't shake her off unless i marry. so i throw her wanted things together and trudged home. reached home and saw my brother sleeping on the couch, his half empty cup and ice tray on the table, the dog poop not cleared, the bedsheets in hell of a mess. EXPLODED.
decided that i shall not do anything, raised my voice and asked him to get up and get down to help. then took the lorry key and drove angrily off. didn't really pay attention to the road, so thank God nothing happened. I parked at the 3rd floor then called my mum to locate her and found her at Giants with a trolley full of stuff. -.- accompanied her until she paid for the stuff, then went to eat (finally) at LJS. sighs.. the only comforting time..i love ljs fries. plus cheese. ultimate comfort.
thereafter, on the way back to the carpark mum saw this bag stall and bought a bag for herself, and one bagpack for me, for when i go to school. lols. went to unload the stuff on the lorry and drove home, feeling better. but....
reach home and found my room still in a mess. seriously. his army bags are on the floor, his boots are freaking in my room, the dustbin is full with his mucus-filled tissues. the most irritating thing is what he did to my beloved bed. he actually slept on my bed for about 2 weeks or so. i let him. know why? cause he can actually sleep until my bedsheets come off the mattress, roll around in a ball at his legs and he don't care! and a few days ago when i wanted him to change the bedsheets and he said okok, and my bed ended up naked. he was sleeping on just the mattress, using the old bedsheet as a blanket! wtf! seriously!
so when i reached home i took out fresh bedsheets and lined my bed. double layer. considered triple, but then i couldn't find the extra sheets. so now my bed is nice and clean. i'll sleep in it and not let that idiot near it. bitch.
on another note, i've got to find a job after school starts and after the schedule is confirmed. was considering working at apple, but heard that the job is quite the crap. and then there's always the zoo. but no matter what i think i really have got to have my own transport. bike. not out of passion or enthusiasm, but out of necessity.
omg. pms lah. such a long post..
