carving itself again at 2:40 PM
i cannot stand my mum.
maybe something's wrong with me
i dun seem to be able to speak to her properly (although i keep telling myself to 'not talk to her like that')
even if it's just something trivial, i start using that irritated tone
oh ya did i mention she likes to throw things away
many times perfectly good things
it's not as if that thing is falling into pieces, or is at the end of it's useful life
today she got rid of the 3 seater sofa (it has a broken leg, but still works as a sofa), the old washing machine (hmm it is quite wonky) and 2 mattresses (nothing wrong with those i think)
these things she got some guy from downstairs to move them away (i think she gave it to the guy)
well what i see is someone throwing away money, in the business sense, she's throwing away assets that could be liquidated
and somehow it pisses me off
i dun agree to her 'if-it's-in-the-way-get-rid-of-it' theory
she throws/gives away a lot of things just because it's taking up space
AND THE FREAKING THING IS---THERE IS SPACE!!!we have LOTS of space!
i heard my sis comment on how empty the house is already
she said something like it's already so empty you can hear your own echo
but then today new sofas and stuff are coming
that's why they getting rid of so many things
ayia but that's not the point, i'm still pissed at the liquidating assets part
oh guess what, now-at this very moment she's getting rid of the big piece of glass
actually i should not get myself bothered with such things
makes me angry for nothing
it's their stuff, their house, their decisions
i tried to not start raising my voice today
just started muttering shit to myself
and was left with that-throbbing-at-the-back-of-ur-head headache
argh.
argh.
argh.
"dun do this to urself jac, it's bad for ur health
really not good
okay as long as they dun touch my stuff, i shouldn't be bothered right
YA DUN TOUCH MY STUFF
TOUCH/GIVE/THROW away anything without my permission and be prepared for hell "
-what's going through my mind right now-
one thought that's making me grin now
my parents chose this sofa (without even informing us abt it)
if my mum starts to complain about the sofa....
like what she has been doing to the old sofa
well, you chose it
you go complain to yourself in your bloody dreams
ho hum.