HERE TO UPDATE ON MY BORING LIFE!!


last nite father ang got irritated wif the can opener & mother ang cos he couldn't open the can of ayam sardines wif the new can opener mother ang bought. scenario as goes:


*i come out of the toilet after a REFRESHING bath*

father ang: race (which is wat he calls me, which is short form for araxes, like DUH), u noe wat happened to the old can opener or not? dis can opener ah, cannot even open the can!! take me so long u noe or not? i'm so fed up!

me: dunno.. tink mummy (which is wat i call mother ang, in case any reader out dere is spastic & doesn't noe dat mummy is oso known as MOTHER) threw it away cos it's rusty.

father ang: y she throw away? dis can opener cannot even open the can!! dat mummy ah..

me: but other cans can open wat.

father ang: sardine cans r different frm other cans u noe.. i'm so fed up u noe. take so long still cannot open.

me: *nothing to say cos trying to open the stupid can. by dis time father ang is looking irritated. he opens & slams drawers.*

father ang: aiyoh, the old one so nice to use, go n throw away. y mummy go n buy dis kind of tools for? dat mummy ah...

me: *still no comment cos still trying to open the can wif another can opener, but to no avail.*


father ang: *clearly annoyed* cannot lah, cannot lah.. go n take the pliers. dat mummy ah.. go n buy all dis kind of tings for wat..

me: *brings pliers for father ang to open the can. father ang tries but cannot do so.*

father ang: nah, u try. see whether can or not.


10 mins pass...


father ang: can or not?

me: soon..

5 mins later...

father ang: can or not?

me: soon..

father ang: cannot lah, cannot lah. put in a tupperware n put in the fridge. wait for mummy to come back den ask her to open lah.


therefore, dear reader, the end of dis story is dat the can is not opened until today when mother ang came back n opened it herself wif much difficulty. n every story has a moral. the moral of dis story is not to open a can of sardines wif a can opener wif blunt teeth bcos u'll juz end up feeling fed up like father ang, or wif a twisted thumb like me.




anyway. HE msged me today again. i finally told him wat was bothering me instead of depending on my dear liu di n wondering if he passed on the msg although i didn't tell him to. n now i feel like a huge weight has been lifting off my shoulders. i dun care if dis is the end, but i'd rather have tings dis way than to let it drag on like i did for 2 yrs.