hot brown sugah opens her trap yet again
on a typical day when dad's at home.....
i was trying to relay the message that his house is a junkyard, that we need to get rid of ALOT of things and that we should do dome minor renovations to his junkyard (to make it look like a proper home).me: (after putting away my stuff in my shared room) dad! come look!
dad comes in and look.
me: see! its still messy even if you don't see
any of my things outside.
dad: i think we need to get another room for this home.
me: you
think? (all sarcastic)
dad: yeah. so i can put all the rubbish that we have here.
me: no dad. just gimme the room and i'll be happy. (getting emo. haah!)
dad: like i said. another room for the rubbish.
you're the father of the rubbish you know, mister jamal.
+ > the glamour babe posted at 3:52 AM < +
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