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time: 8:47 PM
date: Friday, October 13, 2006
durgga ; forget what i said just now, dad officially fucking sucks.
the convo, at hall, me beside him with my tablet and brother is at the other sofa with dad's tablet and he's been on it from 3 until now. i just started from around 6.
(note : my exams are over, brother still has o level)

me : (seeing blogskins and searching for some stuff on yahoo)
dad : did you eat dinner already?
me : no, i dont want t eat mum's food
dad : what is this, durgga. you know how angry im getting. you dont want t eat at all.
(direct translate from tamil, so its abit weird)
me : i just dont want t eat mum's food but im eating.
dad : just what is your problem? why are you being like this?
(note : brother also has not eaten dinner)
me : (ignores dad, and stares at screen)
dad : i dont know what the f you doing on your tablet. you're just hanging there from just now. why are you always chatting chatting only? no wonder your marks so low. you like t jalan jalan (this was in tamil) and just hang out with bad company right? i already warned you, but you dont want t listen t me.
me : (glares at dad for a good 10 secs, but unfortunately he doesnt notice or maybe on purpose)
me : (gets up and walks t the room, i pass by mum)
mum : (watching the whole fucking scene, doesnt say a thing)

the way he said it was damn bloody rude and doesnt have the same effect when typed out. i bet brother's going t get another levi's jeans for deepavali lahz, and im going t get like what 100 bucks t spend? the evidence is fucking obvious. just because my brother is doing better than me. stupid narrow minded freaks, they cant see my brother playing for like 5 hours while im playing like 2 hours. and he has freaking o level, while my exams are fucking over. at this point of time, it would be appreciated if you dont ask me t relax, cos it makes it worse.


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