haiz...goin to granny house is like goin to a place to bore myself...they all speak in dialect so i cant join in the conversations, there is no computer there to play games or surf the net anymore, and when they watch tv, its always gonna be soccer, and i just hate to watch soccer!!!
alr no mood liao go there my dad still tell me they wan watch soccer when i switch channel, fuck lar nxt time i go there for dinner ten excuse myself and go back home lar fuck...cb waste my time nia...end up slp on the floor until they all say time to go then wake me up. no wonder my generation nvr stay there longer than an hr past dinner time...now i know why - fucking bore them to death...
then there is this uncle i serously hate to the core..everytime i see him i got the urge to wack the stuffing outta him. for reasons i will not state, i will not state his name down here. his face alr kiam pa lor, then he dress like retro ah beng go granny place, fuck lar, u think u ah beng ar, fucking punch u till ur remaining teeth drop...then act like blur cock lidat, talk to him must shout then can hear me, even if i shout, he might not even hear me properly and always answer with "uh" or "ya".....uh wat?!?! ya wat?!?! vocab so limited ar cb...talk to him make my blood boil nia, talk abt him also make my blood boil sia!! dun wan talk abt him liao, time to enjoy wats left of an utterly wasted saturday...au revoir
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