Monday, July 16, 2007
the father has been rather unhappy these days.
he was still ok during the wedding over thursday.
but yest,
he ranted at me.
for choosing to stay out at the boy's place
rather than my own house.
i chose to keep my mouth shut.
did not want worldwar3 to ignite.
today,
my bro finally told me about the date i have to go for the parent talk.
andit so falls on friday.
the days when i have dance classes.
so i told my bro that i could not make it.
cos i had dance class.
and my bro told me the father was not very happy.
i called back immediately to try to explain,
and he had to say "who's going to help your brother if even you dun want to help him? (translated to english)"
freaking hell.
it is not as if i did not want to help him.
furthermore i have alr given word to my mum that i can go.
how the freaking *toot* i know that the freaking school would choose a friday evening rather than a saturday afternoon to hold such sessions?
man!
it is exactly like the other time when my mum blamed me!
urgh!
freaking hell.
not as if i am not trying.
:(
pouts lippie*
7/16/2007 11:39:00 PM
