Lucky I wasn't mad

You fucking hit me today. Not only you hit me in one of my MOST hated spots (i.e. my face) but also you hit her. She was wearing her specs you know? What if you scar her? Does that give me the excuse to hit you with my Aluminum laptop? Or perhaps your head against the solid table sounds more desirable?

Honestly, I have no fucking idea why the fuck you're so pissed. Just as I don't understand how you insisted that we had to sleep early, you probably fucking confirm don't understand why we're staying up late.

Why don't you just ask, "why are you people staying up so late?" before getting all worked up.

For one, since she and I lead separate lives, it's only possible for us to catch up at night, that is when both of us return home from our activities. And I've decided not to list more reasons. WHY THE FUCK SHOULDN'T I STAY UP AT NIGHT? Because it's unhealthy? WTF lah.

Honestly, I suspect you fear that since we've already decided that we're going to abandon him when we grow up, you secretly fear that we might just conveniently abandon you too. And every time you try to remind me to take care of you when you are old, I honestly cannot bring myself to give you a sincere promise. Because events like tonight happen and I am very, very sick of them. And no amount of love or concern can overwrite such events. By nature, I'm not exactly a very forgiving person. Things I like and hate are engraved within me. Tell me, when even now, you try to wield your power over us, who knows what you'd do to my future beloved wife and kids, or even my pets. So yes. I cannot promise that I'd take care of you because the minute I am independent and you do such things, that is it.

You're fucking lucky I'm still dependent on the family. If I am independent today, I would have kicked the hell out of you and slap the living daylights out of you for laying your hands on her. AND I HATE PEOPLE WHO DISTURB THE PEACE OF NIGHT - ESPECIALLY IN SINGAPORE WHERE IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO FIND SERENITY!

Just 2 months ago, Rus and I just agreed what a great person you are. Tonight, I take it all back. I'm sorry but you have lost every single respect and admiration that you had gained from me while I was in Australia. In fact, you did not give me the things that you'd promised and agreed when I'm here. You asked me not to drive his car to supper and said it's alright to take cab. But now that I'm back, you fucking make a hell of a noise when I ask for money and I come back late. WTF. I is a student. I don't care how other university students are supporting themselves but I is not working so it's both of your duties to support me. AND I DIDN'T EVEN SHOPPED EVER SINCE I CAME BACK! NOT A SINGLE TEE LEH FUCK!

Let's paint this perfect picture you people want of me:
I sleep early and wake up early.
Stay at home for meals.
Don't spend too much money.
Cannot take the car out and drive around.
Clubbing is for once a month.

FUCK. That makes me a fucking boring person and in case you don't know, I'm already a fucking boring person. So boring that I have no idea how what to talk to girls about. One of my insecurities stem from the fact that I dare not bring my future gf home because of people like you and him in the house. Both of you are an absolute disgrace. I am actually ashamed. How am I supposed to date high flyers whose parents are very likely more well mannered and have more poise? What happened to knowing how to carry oneself properly?

You lie in your fucking bed and bark orders at us. How many fucking times must I say, we do not live in a castle. Stand up and walk to us and say what you need to say. Don't fucking shout. And your excuse is, you're tired. And on bad days, you'd nag about how we are part of the reason why you're tired because we don't help out. PLEASE... Don't give me excuses lah. Shouting is really a bad habit man.

See. He just came in and asked "what are you doing?" At least I can lie and give a legitimate response. But you... You just started shouting. Why don't you go stay with Tarzan in the jungle lah. At least you can bark your fucking orders to some monkeys or birds.

Anyway, I'm sick of bitching and whining. The bottom line is you make me sick and disgusted and ashamed. For that I hate you. Period.