OH GOD! Why do family conflicts happen? I have noooo idea. I mean, my dad, my mum n my sis have all just gone berserk. Each related to one another. Dad, stressed out at work, came back angry at me sis for wearing her manly sandals. My dad has this resolution that he wanna transform me sis into a normal girl, who you know, dress up like a lady. Me sis, being as stubborn as a cow, just dislike that idea and insist on wearing what she wants to wear, and that means, retaining her boyish looks. (but not charm) Sometimes, I just don’t get her. I mean, she’s so rebellious and I don’t know… it’s not a good thing. I mean, when dad is in such a bad mood, can’t she just give in a little. NO! She makes everything WORST! Her stuck-up attitude is not gonna help things but makes it muddier for everyone. 

I know it is unfair to say this but I really have no idea what is so hard about dressing up as a girl. Yeah I know some of you are going “Easy for you to say…cuz you are accostumed to dressing up as a girl”… I mean, it’s so cool being a girl (no offense guys) because we are the beings that get to wear both pants n skirts. ;P 

Anywayz I know dad can be unreasonable sometimes, but don’t all parents behave that way? I mean, I am sure that everyone out there has issues with parents. We think we’re right, they think they’re right. Yeah, tat’s life. Even I have issues with my dad. But no matter how I disagree with dad, I’ll tell him what I feel and think and in a respectful way, so that I don’t stir his anger. Of course there are one or two times which I too am so mad at him that I wouldn’t bother to talk. But then again, I know what my dad has done for the family and therefore, sometimes, I feel that it is my responsibility to bear with his antics, even if he is unreasonable. My dad, though, I feel, sometimes does have a point. YEs, I mightt not agree with him and how he sees thing, but he does have a point and I see where he is coming from. It’s just that our personalities differ.

Mum and dad have different personalities. Now people, there’s this term called “Opposite Attracts” but seriously, please reconsider this term. You might be attracted to each other in the dating phase. Yes, we all know when we’re head over heels in love, nothing matters. Well, yeah….30, 40 years down the marriage then you’ll know. Sometimes my parents are so different that they see things so differently and they just can’t avoid arguments. They’ve been arguing practically everyday since we move here and all because they have different point of views. Seriously, to me, no one is right or wrong. They just think differently. GoD! As their children, it’s so tough for us man! We sit there, quiet as a quite thing and …listen to the verbal war. My mum & dad’s relationship is like me & me sis’s relationship – bitter & sweet. I don’t wanna swear to God, but from what I see, I’m gonna find a guy who thinks like me. Save me the energy of arguing over nothing.

So yeah, it just so happen that today, everyone snapped at the same time. Dad was stressed out at work (he worked till 8pm on a Friday), mum, tired from her trip back from ipoh, and my sis, well, who is always ready to snap at annoying people. Anywayz when we wanted to go out for dinner, my dad saw my sis’s sandals – everything started from there. Mum also can’t stand my dad’s roar…

Seriously, maybe now my bro n I are the only sane ones in the house. Maybe it’s because of our conflict-free attitudes. We feel very sad of course when the valconoes in our house erupt but we try to continue life with a smile. At least I know I am trying. I know that everyone has their own stressful moments in life, like now, I’m stressed out that I can’t study. Why am I allergic to the notes?

So despite the storm that hit my cheras home today, I still manage to find some time to take a pic of my new companion – T.T. Toom Toom. Well, it’s a bear keychain, now ornamenting my LG phone. It was bought by my bro n my sis. Both of them have one. My bro’s called JadooBella and my sis’s, Pleepoe. Mine’s cute and pink, my bro’s black and booorrrriiinng….and my sis’s, white with an England red cross (it’s like the bear is hospitalized or sumthing)…yeah, so mine’s the HOTTEST!