i'm a big baby

Today, i'm absolutely appalled by the total lack of faith my folks have in me. I think emotional scale hit rock bottom with a resounding thud. I'd lived TWENTY years of my pathetic life in this freakingly small, greenhoused, safer-than-alcatraz-plus-a casino-vault country, spent 5 years in this house (and would have learned to lock the door properly by now), and they couldn't trust to live alone for a pathetic few days in the house when they're away. Seriously wat can i do, invite people over and stage an orgy?

And they have to top up the embarrassement by asking me to put up wif a relative(hello?). Do u need your realtives to babysit your 20 yr old? Its totally constipating to stay under sb elses roof(even if its only a few days), first it makes u feel like some homeless wretch, and den u never really get to relax and do de stuff u do at home. And bunkin in wif some realtive means u got ter talk ter them. my kinda decorous converstion will probabaly hold up fer abt 15 min before i die of hipocracy.


i was telling them that kids in the west are probably backpackin around the world at my age and here i am, still living with my parents when i'm in university. My folks were like "hmph". Dun fucking "hmph" me ok. dun gif me the "hmph" for crying out loud, my eyeballs needs peeling out cos they are stucked to the ceiling.

yea i'm messy but IT just never occured to u dat some of the greatest minds thrive on mess. How about the supreme duality of managed mess.


great, feel much better now....bye