The Parental Paradox.

As most people know by know, i don't like my parents. Intensely. In fact, let's call it hatred.

I spent my evening with Adam, WL and Joyhan.. we got caught in the rain, so we were all drenched when we arrived at CWP, we decided to eat at kfc and just chill out and have a great time like we always do.

As i headed to the bus interchange to take 169 home, i saw that the bus was SO full tat i could not possibly crowd into it. so i went up to take mrt. When the MRT came, it was f***ing full too. so i went back down to the bus interchange (waste bloody money and time) and a 169 came which wasnt full.

All along the walk home, there was still a light drizzle.

When i opened my house door. The first thing i heard was not "Did you get caught in the rain?" or "did youhave your dinner?"

No, my parents are far too dislikeable for that. I got a resounding "WHY DID YOU GET YOUR SHOES SOAKED? DON'T YOU KNOW THEY SPOIL FASTER THAT WAY??"

I put as much hatred i could as i stared at my mom before dragging my soggy self to my room, with my father peppering my mom's shouting with "No respect... parents... Brother... sister... good... don't.. why.. you... disrespectful.."

What a lovely home to return to after a day of crappy shitty classmates and boring ass subjects.