when small things blew big
(actually I was deciding whether I should write about it since I'm feeling fine now, but for record purpose, I shall write it down)
Yesterday morning my brother and I were busy doing tutorials and schoolwork. I have this bad habit of hopping around when doing homework, so after each question I would bounce out to the kitchen to take a sip.
So there was this time I walked to the kitchen and my mother told me, "Don't play already, go and clean the furniture (for part 2 of spring cleaning. Part 1 was last week) Whole day stay in the room for what?" So I told her I wasn't playing, in fact I was doing homework. So my brother couldn't take it too and came out saying "Both of us studying then you say we playing..." etc etc. Could smell a bit of gunpowder so I quickly tried to quiet both of them, grabbed a pail and started to do the cleaning.
Then during lunch we were talking about something, then out of no where dragged to my climbing, and my mother insisted that I made a particular comment, which I am sure I didn't say. I really hate it when people malign me and put words into my mouth, and I could feel the heat radiating from my body. It is rare that I blow, but when I blow it is dunno how many times of Hiroshima + Nagasaki combined. I was clearing up the table when one plate slipped a little cos it was oily, and my mother said I not happy. Wow that really got me! I was like thinking why doesn't my mother speak reasons at all? My brother was sitting there with a smile on his lips. I don't blame him, he just couldn't help either side.
Anyway I blow up big, I recover quick. I'm a happy boy now.
Yesterday morning my brother and I were busy doing tutorials and schoolwork. I have this bad habit of hopping around when doing homework, so after each question I would bounce out to the kitchen to take a sip.
So there was this time I walked to the kitchen and my mother told me, "Don't play already, go and clean the furniture (for part 2 of spring cleaning. Part 1 was last week) Whole day stay in the room for what?" So I told her I wasn't playing, in fact I was doing homework. So my brother couldn't take it too and came out saying "Both of us studying then you say we playing..." etc etc. Could smell a bit of gunpowder so I quickly tried to quiet both of them, grabbed a pail and started to do the cleaning.
Then during lunch we were talking about something, then out of no where dragged to my climbing, and my mother insisted that I made a particular comment, which I am sure I didn't say. I really hate it when people malign me and put words into my mouth, and I could feel the heat radiating from my body. It is rare that I blow, but when I blow it is dunno how many times of Hiroshima + Nagasaki combined. I was clearing up the table when one plate slipped a little cos it was oily, and my mother said I not happy. Wow that really got me! I was like thinking why doesn't my mother speak reasons at all? My brother was sitting there with a smile on his lips. I don't blame him, he just couldn't help either side.
Anyway I blow up big, I recover quick. I'm a happy boy now.
6 Comments:
same thing always happen to me.. i just dun understand y..
oh well.. just simmer down.. (as I can see) you have become a happy boy already.. hahaha..
cheers!! oh ya!! got a coffee i wanna recommend u.. see when i pass to u.. it's coconut flavoured coffee!!
By DJ Niwde, at 1/23/2006 05:42:00 PM
coconut flavoured?!?!?!
I think I tried tongkat ali's before... still prefer original coffee.
Oh maybe I'll be surprised.
By chillycraps, at 1/23/2006 06:19:00 PM
haha.. all the way from hainan island la..
tongkat ali.. hmm.. tat one makes you stand right?? hehehe.. does it have effect on you??
but i must say the coconut coffee is pretty interesting..
By DJ Niwde, at 1/24/2006 12:45:00 AM
oh.. will pass it to u the next time we meet up la.. hehehe..
how many packets you want??
By DJ Niwde, at 1/24/2006 12:46:00 AM
appreciated, but it's okay lah.
By chillycraps, at 1/24/2006 07:42:00 AM
never mind la.. got too many liaoz.. hahaha..
let me know.. then i pass u lor..
By DJ Niwde, at 1/24/2006 03:52:00 PM
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