[ Furore is the word to describe my mood. ]
Friday, 5 September 2008( 10:06 am )
knowing that the bed is coming over to my house around 7+, i called my home when im having a break from the performance but what shocked me is my mom told me that my dad painted my room green without my consent. i already told him i wanted to paint the room myself using other colours de and looked what happened now? why cant he just stop acting by himself!? not only that boiled me, what i feared is the stuffs, my computers and etc are in danger of being dirtied or even damaged by my dad's carelessness. he is also so careless about the small particulars.
even after the performance i cant wait to reached home soon. i wanted to savage what i can despite kinda exhausted from the performances. to my horror upon reaching house, the room is painted bright green, the double bed has been assembled and my computer tables, cupboards are all in a mess. and my dad broke one of my perfumes. and instinctual i knew the room is still littered by small fragments of broken glass and i was right to sweep the floor. there were alot of fragments around. i was like sooo f****** boiled but didnt bother go quarrel with my dad becox also no point what. he is as stubborn for his age. deep down im so infuriated over his actions. ROOAR! though the colour surprisely blends well, but still i cannnnt forgive his actions..
after tidy up the double deck bed, i climb up the bed and hey, im able to sit on the bed and there is still one of two finger gap between my head and the ceiling.. ROFL! luckily it aint that high, as elmo worries that there might not be sufficient head spacing. LOL. phew..~
after that went to LaLa Land, cant bother re-arrange my room's furniture le.. too exhuasted and enraged to do anything..
weeee! double deck bed!