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Saturday, September 12, 2009

I hate that spiteful tone you love to use when you're talking with me.

I thought we'd come to terms. I thought I already said I'd help after promos. Now, my promos have yet to start and you're already hurling all sorts of things for me to do everyday. Like, just tell me, which part of what I said do you not understand?

I just did what you said without complaints, but even that can't make you happy. Now you complain that I don't do what you don't tell me to, and yet I go out everyday from early in the morning and only return late at night.

"钱拿了, 东西就要做."
I'm not doing a trade with you.

For one thing, I have already made damned clear to you, unless I am not in my right mind, I will never do something for you willingly, and without you asking me to. Nobody will. Like what, you think I have all the time in the world to continue doing free labour for you? Especially at a time like this. Promos are 2 fucking days away yo.

And for another thing, I went out of house at like 1pm today, which is not exactly early already. And I reached home at 9pm. For fuck's sake I knw friends who only reach home past midnight! Complain is all you do all day. For once can you just shut the hell up and see what I am actually giving up for you?

I am studying like 8 or more hours everyday, and once I reach home, all you do is just throw stuff on me to do. And you still dare to ask me why I even bother coming home. Yeah, like why? Who in the right mind wants to come home to this kind of place?

You used that tone again. Said that if I take your money I have to do work. The more I say this, the more it sounds like child labour to me. And then, you went on to tell me that if I piss you off again you might just pick up the cane and let history repeat itself.

Hi, woman. Wake. Up. You might let history repeat itself, but I won't. This time, I will make damned sure I grab it out of your hand and shove it in your face the way you did to me the other time. And throw it out the window. You can thank me for not caning you back, because I actually have a heart, as opposed to you. On second thoughts, maybe I don't. Because seeing you cry just fills me with glee, and I might want to see you beg me to stop hitting you.

But I knw I won't do it.

I feel the pain, but not one ounce of fear.
Just try.

Stop feeling superior. Because really, the only reason I'm not talking back or retaliating to what you do is because I can't be bothered, and I have more important things to do. Just try man.
And you'll see what I mean by I am not afraid.

I just see no way out. Since you said that if I want your money I have to do work, so I don't take your money and don't do work. And throw my phone in for you too. Then you flare up and get unhappy and beat me up. You give me back my phone and money, and now make me start doing chores for you because you say I take your money.

Did I ask for it back? Even if I was struggling with what little bit of money I have, even if I have to eat instant noodles every dinner and nutella bread every lunch, and have no money to buy myself drinks during break. Even if I can't have a phone. I don't even mind. Oh for fuck's sake, would you like to make up your mind what you'd like me to do?

You're one hell of a messed up woman I'll never figure out.

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