yesterday was horrible. it was supposed to be a WEEKEND. where we have fun and stuffs. and my turn to use the computer.

i was just using the computer, then my mum came and asked me to go to the dinner table to study. told her to wait. then went down 10min later, and saw an sms in my phone. replying it on the way downstairs and my dad walks up to me, grabs the phone and throws it down the stairs. the battery and back cover drops out. i take them back and fix them together. then i start studying. and my dad comes AGAIN, grabs the phone off the table and starts picking it up and smashing it down on the floor repeatedly. i just sit there and watch, feeling shocked and amused. and then he takes the bits and pieces and practically rips it up, breaking everything. then he walked away.

mum came up to me and said,"this is what you get when you are disobedient.", asks me to take out the sim card, and reaches out to take it from me.

so what? my phone is gone, and my simcard too. i shouldnt give a fucking damn. my dad smashed up his own money. yes, and now i have the excuse of not calling them every minute to remind them that i'll be home late, and i'll get no fucking calls from them scolding me because i'm not home yet.

thats not all. my sister comes along and says, "HA.HA.HA. somebody's phone got smashed up. told you to go down immediately but you still take your own sweeeeet timeee." so much for a nice, big older sister who hugs you and stuff. i just wanna tell her to F off but i can't. i just tell her to go away.

forget it. i'll show you that i still can survive without my fucking phone.12:31 PM