Fight for Room

Hey~

What? I'm not kidding -_- tomorrow is like my first exam day. No, no, don't count yesterday exam (Entrepreneurship), I really have no hope -_- FU brengki.

Actually me myself realized it was not brengki's fault nor the book's fault. It was all mine from the start.

Mir: Hey, go buy Entrepreneurship book lah!
Me: Later.

Next class.


Mir: Hey, go buy Entrepreneurship book lah!
Me: Later.


Next class.


Mir: Hey, go buy Entrepreneurship book lah!
Me: Later.



And on.


God please throw my laziness far far faaaaaaaaaar away. Throw it to Andromeda, God, please.

God helps, if we try too. In my case, I did no try -_-

Okay whatever, let the past be that way. WHATEVER  (۳˚Д˚)۳ (۳˚Д˚)۳ (۳˚Д˚)۳ (۳˚Д˚)۳ (۳˚Д˚)۳




Yesterday I fought with my aunt -_- damn. I hate this.

Without any message or whatever my brother came to my room then I asked him, "What are you doing here?", "I came to sleep lah? What else?" There's his answer. Huh? You kidding? I don't share my room with anyone in male category even if it's for my brother or father. For now, because when I have husband I have to share, right? That's a different case.

Then I called my mom and told her that he can't sleep in my room no matter what. My mom argued like, "But he's your brother." I did say I don't share room with male species right? I told her that. Then I cut the call and told my brother to call mom, and I locked my door again. He was downstairs.

Just to my surprise, she (my aunt) barged in to my room with spare key. The fuck?! Would you mind to learn about privacy once again because I'm so going to enroll you to the class?

Then she started to bark. Yes bark. Loud voice with nothing meaningful, I call it bark.

Our fight was like......

Her: IF YOUR BROTHER CAN'T SLEEP IN THIS ROOM THEN WHERE WILL HE SLEEP?! YOU STUPID!
Me: WHEREVER! I DON'T SHARE MY ROOM WITH MALE!
Her: WHO SAID ABOUT THIS BEING YOUR ROOM?! STUPID!
Me: I SLEEP IN THIS ROOM, I LIVE IN THIS ROOM, WOULDN'T THIS BE MY ROOM?! YOU SLEEP IN THIS ROOM? NO, RIGHT?!!!!!!
Her: CALL YOUR MOM! I WANT TO TALK TO HER!

That's it. I have a low patience against this kind of people and then she hit it!

I was so angry then I started to.......... cry -_- yes I fucking cry. DAMN WHY SHOULD I CRY?! Where had my pride gone? Oh no no, I cried just after she booted herself outta my room and I locked it.

I was not angry about her calling me stupid, she calls everyone stupid even my dad (she's like dad's younger sister) -_- I want to sew that mouth erghhh. I was angry and not to forget really hurt because it was the first time me getting yelled at by other people. Other people? Yes! She helps nourishing me? No. She teaches me? No. She's other people then.

I do love her because she's my aunt. But after this fight? Uhm I think my love meters had just dropped.

I hate people who bark and yelled at me, angry.

If only she's not my aunt, she would had her face swollen and tattooed blue circle on the eye and nasal fracture. I'm hot tempered so if you do bark and yell at me, I will take the bait. Say hello to disfigured face?

Ciao,

Bern