Today was one of those annoying days.
The house is undergoing some sort of cleaning up. Some sort in the sense that, I believed it has become dustier dirtier and messier. With a messy house, I cannot find a conducive spot to engage in my own-doings. My mom gets all sneezy and moody. And then she shrieks at my dad over the most trivial matters. My dad, being increasingly hard of hearing with age , bellows a thundering HUH in return. He still doesnt realise that people from 10 doors away can hear me.

( well , the neighbour from 10 doors away actually told us they could hear us but it wasnt any kind of a complain. But still.)

And so, when both gets relatively pissed off. We the children get dragged and tossed into this whirlwind of words. We sit with our mouths hanging wide open. Suddenly, we start hitting each other and pressing each others' faces to the floor. ( YES, the floor is dusty )

See. what a messy house does to people. The change in events. It's even more drastic than jason ho approachin' the table that mich is sitting at.

CNY yao lai le. Just today, mom came home lugging 7 containers of golf-ball pineapple tarts balls. They're delicious I tell you. I love pineapple. Golf balls.


I
feel
like
doing
400
hurdles

ok. goodnight all
  ¶ 7:54 AM