♥ Tuesday, November 06, 2007
I hate my brother. I don't know how many times I've posted such a line, or lines with meaning pertaining to that, on this blog.
So this is what happened.
I listen to songs when I use the com. Unfortunately (and bad strategic moving, Dad ; ), my com is placed IN the living room, meaning my songs and the TV will be in a sound war.
My dearest brother, being the fucking dominating son of a bitch (I don't mean to curse my mum), will FOREVER AND ALWAYS say arrogant and fucked-up statements like, 'Turn the volume, you should know what to do." Argh? When his fucking TV with fucking stupid shows are at their fucking loud volumes, I NEED TO GIVE IN?
So, I've figured out a method to stop myself from crying/dying/whatever/it's definitely not slashing wrists, though. I'll stick ear phones into the speaker and listen to songs through my ear phones. Doing that, however, only makes me oblivious and deaf to everything around me.
So the most beautiful thing happened 5 minutes ago, when my mother went off to boil water in the kettle; we don't use electric kettles (eew to my parent's bad tastes) so duh the kettle sings when it boils. So I was listening to songs when the kettle boiled. My mum was bathing so she didn't hear it. My as usual apathetic father was watching his TV. Yup, that's right! Be it kettle boiling, or phone ringing, he doesn't do anything. My sister was already asleep, so my brother was the only who heard it (impressive despite the fucking loud volume of the TV, eh?).
Well he took SOMETHING and threw it, in which I got stunned cos something impressive loud noise entered my ears. I tried to look for that something, only to get a scolding.
'Go and off the kettle now. And next time, you either listen to your music on one side of the ear phone, or you don't listen at all."
Pissed, I switched off the kettle.
Now, let's analyse this, shall we?
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU CAN CONJURE FUCKING ENERGY TO THROW SOMETHING ON THE WALL, WHICH THANKFULLY MISSED MY HEAD, COS I KNOW YOUR FUCKING EVIL MIND IS OBVIOUSLY AIMING MY HEAD. IF SO, THEN WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING GET YOUR FUCKING ASS FROM YOUR FUCKING COUCH AND SWITCH THE FUCKING KETTLE OFF? FUCKASS BITCH BASTARD.
Well, I decided to be rebellious, so I pugged the ear phones out. Um, the volume was actually, VERY SOFT, cos that was all that needed to make my ears fine, any louder, I'd be deaf.
So, with very soft pop music, which happened to be a piano ballad, very very very soft.... playing on my com. There was an interruption.
'Softer hor."
WHAT THE FUCK?! ISN'T IT FUCKING SOFT ENOUGH? WHAT THE FUCK I DON'T CARE IF YOU NEED TO WATCH YOUR FUCKING HONG KONG DRAMAS. THE FACT THAT I AM USING EAR PHONES IS LIKE MORE THAN ENOUGH BY ACCOMADING YOUR FUKCIKCING UNREASONALBE REQUESTS. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUKC WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK.
BUT, hey I'm used to this. The only solution I have for myself at the end of the day is to rant on my blog, which I usually get insulted for anyway, or cry to myself, which is the best.
Oh yeah, I'm an emo bastard.
I'll just remember, not to help any single one of them if they do need my help in the future.
FUCK YOU
Listened to music @ 11:20 PM
