For once, it was still daylight when I reached home. And I thought I could get some peace at home. But noooo, mother had to find every excuse to petpotpetpot. There's no stopping once her nagging mode has been triggered off. Even water bottles left on the cabinet could be a possible cause of death by excessive bleeding of the ears. I am serious. I just don't get it. Whyyyyyyy?

But nevermind that la eh. What I couldn't get over is the fact that she kicked such a fuss over how I chose to use the electric chopper instead of doing it the old-fashioned way - knife and chopping board. It was not like I asked for anyone's help and or made a lot of noise like how a blender would. In fact, there was hardly any noise. So... yah. I don't understand la. I was just doing things the more practical way.

I just find it weird how some parents can complain, whine and lament about how their children are always nicer to outsiders than they are to their own family members. I just suppose that it would do them some good if they were to do some reflection (just like how they tell us younglings to whenever we do something wrong which may be deemed as a deadly sin, to them) on what is it that causes their children to be that way. There could be a possibility that the fault lies in them. You know... rather than just fire false accusations which may result in either party getting hurt.

ummm I think this entry was supposed to be about how bored I was and not how I am perpetually pissed about adults' seemingly childish ways. But nevermind. Let's just move on to a topic which me and my beruk found a tad disturbing. The both of us can't seem to get enough of pretty girls. I am not sure if there's something wrong with our sexual orientation. She is happily attached to her beruk while I... well let's just say I still find boys/men attractive. heh. Whenever we see a pretty/cute/attractive (and whatever that is synonymous), our conversation would somehow automatically revolve around pretty girls and how crooked we are. It's weird but we're happy like that. hur hur.

Tomorrow, is yet another day of jalan raya with schoolmates. Last I heard from beruk, we're expecting a convoy (heh) of 15. Truth be told, I don't really fancy going jalan raya in such a big group. But for old times' sake... no harm lah I guess. Let's just hope there would be enough paper plates to go around . I am so looking forward to being shameless, again. I like to take pictures. With girls only. I told you there's something wrong with me.

And wooohooo. I can't wait to start work on thursday.