-=| I cannot stand your FON (Full Of Nosense) |=-
I cannot bear with my dad's nonsense any longer. At office he would either call home every few hours to check on the house or he would instruct my mum and I to do chores for him. Every time he comes home he will go and look for all the faults in the house and go around blaming the person who is in charged of that territory. He will find things like messy book case, packed trash bins, dusty floor, the way we do things, and many other weird stuff he comes up with. Tries to blame all the faults on that person and he will feel very good, however he gets bombarded in return, he will feel very uncomfortable and channels his anger against the next victim, this goes in a cycle till one party gets tired.
"Why is the table so messy? You leave your things here and there, leaving the house looking like a rubbish bin. Look at me, I am also not like you."
"Look at your own table, don't come and compare me with you" (Ever since he moved to this new flat, he literally transferred all the items from the previous table from the previous house to the table in the current house, I wonder who is worst.)
Another instance was when I had to go to LaSalle on Tuesday, and I sms-ed JJ the night before to ask him how to get there. He ended up blaming me for not being independent to look it up myself. Bleah! Is it a wrong that I have many contacts, and that one of them was very kind to tell me how to get about there? The house is under renovations, the bus directory is hidden some where between the boxes, Dad gave me the wrong directions for the previous time to get about there, despite that he was a co porter, no one at home told me how to get there, with this situation I will go ask people who knows right? Dumb.
This routine has been going on everyday for more then a month, till I accidentally bitched about him with his acknowledgement on Wednesday night.
"Aiyah, he is just too lonely. No one wants to talk to him, nobody in office talks to him and that is why he is like that."
I was in the living room with my mum, and he came out glaring at me as he enters the kitchen. Well I feel that I have done nothing wrong, and this is a feed back from me. This is a problem and he must learn to solve it on his own. Who wants to talk to you with your holier than thou attitude? Giving people a feeling that you are more superior then they are. Peh! Ever since that night he did not come to look for me, I shall enjoy this peace period for a while before he comes up with something else.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
