I was looking through my pictures when I stumbled upon pictures that I have never uploaded anywhere else. Maybe not even Facebook. So I thought maybe everytime I post, I'll put up some picture. Doesn't have to be me in it, but anything. So, the first picture would be my family portrait. Well, not really. But don't we look like a family? One mummy, one daddy, and four baby cubs. Hahaha. I'm weird.
Anyway, I was doing the E-Learning thing just now, when my dad just came upon me and half-yelled, "Did you use my room toilet?" I was like, "Err... No, I just woke up." I think he kinda calmed down 'cause he was like, "Okay, don't use our toilet. Rosak already." & guess what I did when he went? I laughed my bloody ass off. I know why I did though. My dad still doesn't know I'm the one who broke the toilet door. Come, let me re-tell it:
This house is damn bloody old. When we first moved in, it was more than a few years old. I'm not sure how old it was back then. But the time we moved in, I was 9. Now I'm almost 18, do the math. Anyway, my dad's room toilet door is actually a sliding door. So a few weeks back, we realized that the door track was rusty, I think, probably because of the water that my little sisto's always spraying out of the damn bathtub. That's probably why the door screeches and jerks when you wanna close it. So one fine day, when I was done doing my business in the toilet, I tried to slide the door open. It wouldn't budge. So I used a little force. & the damn door actually jumped out of the track and would have landed on my toe if I hadn't jumped out of the way in time. And the frame actually broke. It broke! I was shocked, I swear. So I leaned the door against the wall, and ran away. Less than an hour later, my mum yelled for me and I had to ceritekan to her. I don't know why my dad still doesn't know the real story. Haha.
The next thing that is spoilt in there is the shower. The knob wouldn't spray out the water anymore. Next, is the damn sink, it's almost falling off. & next, is the toilet spray spray. You know, when you're done peeing, you use that spray thing to wash up. Yeah, that. That toilet is in the worst state than any part of the house. Pretty cool, actually, 'cause at night, it feels like it's a haunted house's toilet. Haha.
Gawd, I wanna go back to school. I didn't realize how bad it would be to actually stay home. I have to put up with the other family's lazy maid and frequent mood swings. & the two brats of the other family. & then, there's little Farah and Nabilah. They're always fighting, and when they're not, they'll team up to mess up the house. I think it's best that I remain outdoors the whole day, no matter how tired it might make me.
Programming, tomorrow. Garghaeghearhgh. (That weird sound I made when I missed the Summer Hair=Forever Young music video on MTV just now)
Anyway, I was doing the E-Learning thing just now, when my dad just came upon me and half-yelled, "Did you use my room toilet?" I was like, "Err... No, I just woke up." I think he kinda calmed down 'cause he was like, "Okay, don't use our toilet. Rosak already." & guess what I did when he went? I laughed my bloody ass off. I know why I did though. My dad still doesn't know I'm the one who broke the toilet door. Come, let me re-tell it:This house is damn bloody old. When we first moved in, it was more than a few years old. I'm not sure how old it was back then. But the time we moved in, I was 9. Now I'm almost 18, do the math. Anyway, my dad's room toilet door is actually a sliding door. So a few weeks back, we realized that the door track was rusty, I think, probably because of the water that my little sisto's always spraying out of the damn bathtub. That's probably why the door screeches and jerks when you wanna close it. So one fine day, when I was done doing my business in the toilet, I tried to slide the door open. It wouldn't budge. So I used a little force. & the damn door actually jumped out of the track and would have landed on my toe if I hadn't jumped out of the way in time. And the frame actually broke. It broke! I was shocked, I swear. So I leaned the door against the wall, and ran away. Less than an hour later, my mum yelled for me and I had to ceritekan to her. I don't know why my dad still doesn't know the real story. Haha.
The next thing that is spoilt in there is the shower. The knob wouldn't spray out the water anymore. Next, is the damn sink, it's almost falling off. & next, is the toilet spray spray. You know, when you're done peeing, you use that spray thing to wash up. Yeah, that. That toilet is in the worst state than any part of the house. Pretty cool, actually, 'cause at night, it feels like it's a haunted house's toilet. Haha.
Gawd, I wanna go back to school. I didn't realize how bad it would be to actually stay home. I have to put up with the other family's lazy maid and frequent mood swings. & the two brats of the other family. & then, there's little Farah and Nabilah. They're always fighting, and when they're not, they'll team up to mess up the house. I think it's best that I remain outdoors the whole day, no matter how tired it might make me.
Programming, tomorrow. Garghaeghearhgh. (That weird sound I made when I missed the Summer Hair=Forever Young music video on MTV just now)
You're looking for something you can't find
If you give it up, you'll lose your mind
If you give it up, you'll lose your mind
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