i hate coming home everyday. i dread the mornings when i am abruptly woken up at 7 so as just to hear my father vent his anger on me by screaming rubbish and being expected to go back to sleep and act as if nothing happened. i am horrified at the thought of when at night, i get scolded again for no reason. u shout at me. expect a reply. if silence, u will scream at me for ignoring u and start shouting all over again as if i am deaf. if wrong answer, the answer u dun wan to hear, u rant at me for saying the wrong thing. if correct answer, the answer that u wan to hear, u continue ur raving as if, like wat, i am a piece of furniture at ur will. always say i shout at u. but i dun! ur bloody hell ear has a problem ar, i tell u! say wat doesnt mean i am sec1 or 2 means can start going against him. MY FOOT AR! i where got go against him. i calmly reasoned out with him and the next thing that i knew from u was, "SHUT UR BLOODY MOUTH UP! DUN SAY ANOTHER WORD, I TELL U!" if i turn bad one day, it will not be from my friends' influence but u!
mum, u come back from work and the first thing u do is, "why is the floor so dusty?", "why is the place so messy?", why this, why that. u think u are the only one having a hard time. man, we are all having a bad time. all we are expected to eat is breakfast, lunch, dinner. in-between, we wont go hungry ar?! everything we do, u must pick on us until like what. we are hundry at 3pm so we went downstairs to buy snacks to eat. u come back, see the wrappers in the bin, start scolding us on why we buy such expensive things and if we eat food in the fridge, u start scolding us also. like what u wan us to do la?!