When i saw the soccer website in the background and he's calling out to me so sweetly early in the morning, i was damn fucking sure he had something up his sleeves.
he was already bothering Mum, asking her what time i'd be up even before i got off the bed.
As expected, he'd once again landed himself in a huge pile of shit.
if i refuse to help him, please tell me who else will? my Mum? with that miserable amount she earns as a part-time underpaid cashier?
I didn't give him the amount he asked for, that'll be way too easy for him. but it is still too much... and i'm damn sure there's no way he'll be able to raise that amount to return me.
of course my heart aches, all my savings gone all thanks to his gambling habits.
We are never gonna break out of this fucking cycle unless he kick this stupid habit.
i know it's very difficult, for someone as stupid as he is and someone his age.
That's not all.
early in the morning he's pestering me about our house. now... what about our house?!
we have no instalments or mortgage to pay all thanks to his rich parents.
i strongly object to the idea of selling this house and i'd kill him if he does.
this is the only thing we have for Regina, so he can give up on the thought.
I AM VERY DU LAN, VERY...
i'm even more pissed that there's nothing i can do.
Aiya, whatever la... *sighs
back to work.
Go take a look at this blogshop, it belongs to a classmate of mine. spree ends on 17 May.
must take a look at Cynthia ladies' wear website!
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