its seems tat in this modern era, parents are always seemingly trying ways and means to dig their way into the pile of secrets their children(behind their backsof cos) pile up. i mean a white lie or two wouldnt hurt nw would they? take me for example, just becos i signed my results slip for a year or two doesnt mean i do it all the tyme. nw where has tat issue of trust gone? thinking over it i came out wif 3 main factors.
1) my dumb parents. i may have told them bout my results but they didnt remember. heres a sceniro.
Mum: how did u do for the block test?
mi: fine
Mum : pass or fail ur english?
mi: -_- i gp king leh tats when she will nag bout how cocky i get and then without fail, the o level incident will pop up like the stupid stopper u install on ur com.
after two hours.
Mum: ur maths?
mi: fail.
next day, she comes bangin into my room with the script i left buried under ... well a pile of paper.' how come u did TAT badly for maths?'u c wad i mean?
2)skool. wads else to say. the source of my Fs. all creditable to the wonderful institute. which neva fails to put tat wonderfully pissed off look on my mums face every term.
3) mi. for being a son of my dumb parents.
Lately tings just got a whole lot worse. when the air con in the master bedroom broke down. my parents, being the genius they were decided to move in wif ther dear son. now tats wonderful. a family reunion. ISNt tat JUST GR8?! now when i miss the naggin when i return home early, i get to heat the retelecast at nite!plus its LIVE! nt to mention a fone bill checker. who (though it doesnt pay the bills) is programmed to nag mi of the fone.
Oh and i 4got to mention i just became my dads secretary! well, being the responsible mi-su i am, i get to 1) terminate his bills online 2) hear him tok bout how vulgar sum of my friends blogs are 3) help him check up on billy wangs remedy for keepin skin supple. 4) hear him nag bout how late i sleep everyyme i use the com
so as u can c, there are loads of stuff we can actually do wif our family, if we stop a while and tink, its more than wad we can do. its more like what u can do for them. and wad they can do to u. now who says i dun love my parents? i just love my goldfishes more.so the next tyme ure tinking of yellin a ur parents, tink bout wad i said.
