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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

yesterday's volleyball match was fun haha.
i really thought that we couldn't stand a chance against them, but in the end, we nearly won!
though we lost but i think everyone was really happy regardless of the outcome?
well i was, ha.
actually besides that, the main reason why i came here is to rant about my brother.
last sunday my father wanted us to clean up our rooms.
we had to change our own bedsheets and so me and my sister did, while da big guy sits in front of the computer and plays o2jam.
everyone living in the house is so fucking aware that our room is bloody dirty and stinky, so me and my sis was cleaning up our room when my dad told us to clean up his room.
obviously i refused to. why the fuck do we have to clean up his room and change his bedsheetSSSS. yes he had 3 mattresses stacked up on top of one another and we had to change all of them.
why do we had to sweep his room when our room is our top priority.
and he was playing o2jam for fucking sake when everyone was cleaning up the house.
in the end, he changed his own bedsheet but my sis still had to sweep his fucking room, and his room is not that clean either.
just yesterday, he was on his er hu again so i went to play the computer.
after an hour, he came and yank at me to let him do his project.
24 mins later, i saw him playing pokemon.
ME: wow, you're doing your project.
SLUT: ya i finished already what.
ME: cool in 24 mins.
and when i was going to fall asleep he came in and started shouting at me again to wash the plates.
its my turn but i was so tired i could not get up.
its so fucking unfair.
when he fell asleep i didn't say a word and helped him wash the plates so he will wash for two days. LIKE A LOT OF TIMES.
yesterday i asked him to help me wash and i will wash for two days too but he just fucking refused to and he refused to leave me alone till i get my ass up and go to the kitchen.
enough was enough, it was the first time i screamed at him at such a high pitch voice i think i could go mute sooner or later.
he is so fucking gonna make me scream like that everyday at him because hes simply a fucktard.
but theres one thing i had to appreciate him for, and that is making me update my blog. its been a while since i posted such a long one.
thank you, and fuck off.

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