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Friday, December 21, 2007 . 9:01 AM

Fuck you asshole....who do you think you are? Some General who's trying to culture his own mindless spawnling? My father is the most fucked up person in the universe. I fall asleep at 1.30 last night, and get woken up at 8.45am by him. Why? Because my stupid brother has his stupid Chinese tuition at 9.30am. This isn't his usual tuition time; my mother and that stupid tutor with the biggest ass ever is always changing the lesson times and days until I don't know which one is the usual anymore. First, my father can wake up my brother, then my brother yells are my father for waking him up. Then that yell woke me up; I try to roll over and go back to sleep, but my father wakes me up by pulling my big toe. He's always doing that. He thinks its a nice way to wake people up but WHAT THE FUCK. I pull my feet away, and guess what he does? He walks over to the fan and turns it off, then pulls the curtains wide open. It doesn't help with the fact that my window faces the East where the goddamn sun rises every morning. So, I'm awake, seriously lethargic and exhausted, starting to sweat without a fan, and the fucking sun is shining in my face. The latest event once again triggers the usual scream from my fucking bro. This is how I wake up 2/10 of my holiday mornings. I've never had the chance to tell anyone about this because by the time I see a friendly face, I forget about it.

I'm still pissed, I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom and the bloody maid is there washing clothes or some shit. More pissed, I walk to my parent's bathroom to do my stuff. I head over to the sofa to sit down and clear my head and bring my emotions under control. Once that was done, I tried to keep myself awake by surfing the net. The moment I open it, my father walks past and says "Good. Very good."
I surf for 60 seconds, and he walks up to me, "You have been eating instant noodles between 11pm and 2am for the past few nights. If you continue to do so, I will confiscate it. And you sit in front of the laptop from 9am to 2am everyday like some Buddha. I want you to decide your next course of action carefully, otherwise I will also take away the laptop, and I don't care if its your holidays."

This is how my father talks to me all the time. I can't go out, because no one is free, I have no money because my mum has no change, so basically I have nothing to do. If I go out often, they say I treat my home like a hotel. If I stay home the whole day, they say I'm some paraplegic or handicapped person who stares at a screen the whole day.

You know what my dad expects me to do? He expects me to be a utility man every other second which I'm not sleeping, studying, or outside. The toilet bowl gets clogged, I have to fix it. The light bulb gets dim, I have to change it. My table is literally splitting into half, I have to find some solution to fix it with a tin of glue. I have to go to the market and buy food and groceries. I also get sent to Holland Road to visit my grandmother on the family's behalf when my father is overseas. What the fuck? I'm like some handyman who they just order around!! I mean if its once in a while I wouldn't mind. But it seems like there's always something for me to do!! My damn table is slowly collapsing into two and my father still tells me to glue the thing back together. WTF!?!?!? Thats how stingy my parents are ok? They won't even buy me a new table when they can see it splitting in two!! WHAT THE FUCK. And now that stupid fat assed tutor is here. Fuck my family. Can't wait for the day I move out.