Dear Stupid,
Last night , 3 events took place.
1st , my cousins [ two of them whom I hate ] came to my house for dinner. Was I happy ? No. Whenever I eat with them, its a hell of comments about this and that. What's their problem?
One of them is a naughty piece of vulgar shit that has no respect for others and their things.
Another is an Act-American Fool that thinks she's so big and smart. Yes , but she's not.
That is why I didn't want to eat with them at all, I just waited till they left the table and I started eating. [ Sadly , by then , the food was all cold and mouldy ]
My Father also had a bad day last night. You might think that Life is making a fool out of him.
Firstly, he was suppose to do my neighbour a favour by helping her to pass a cheque that is in an envelope to a bank that was near his office the next day.
So when my father was eating, he placed that envelope under his handphone. My grandmother ate finish first, so being some sort of irritant, she randomly took that envelope, and wrote 4D numbers on it. The irony is that inside that envelope, there was already money worth winning in 4D.She then took that envelope home, and after everyone left, my father checked one last time if the envelope was there. Needless to say, it was gone. So he called the whole family down and ask and ask then my maid told us that my grandmother was touching it just now. So she was called up on the phone, and then my father was pissed off la , cause she took it without anybody's permission. My father was like "She can't even ask for a F***ing piece of paper ?!?"
So we asked if she could take the envelope back, but sadly, she said she was too lazy.
That pissed my father off of course, but the next thing that happened can really drive him to saying "I wish I were dead." , and yes, he did say that.
After that horrible event, my father calmed himself down by reading his banking book, which was very important for his work. Then, when he wanted to pick up the book from the table, trouble struck. When he picked it up, the book's back page torn like some sort of hole in the wall, and the paper was stuck on the damn table. So he was so pissed, he went upstairs, and told everyone what had happened and how piss he was. I then took a ruler and tried to scratch out any part of paper stuck on the table. It was a horrible day for him, but I hope today will be better for him. Of course, everyone has a Bad Day once, maybe twice, or if they really are that unlucky, thrice. Just ask me, I'm a living example.
From,
Joshua