Wednesday, December 20, 2006
In every teenager's life, he/she will curse and swear at his/her parents for being so impossibly stupid ("Look, you're the first kid, so we have no idea how to treat a teenager.").
My moment to do this has come.
My !@#$ ing father (oooh, alliteration) deleted all--ALL-- of my Windows Live Messenger Contacts from my list.
ALL OF THEM.
And guess who spent half an hour frantically trying to unblock and put the right contacts in their right groups.
That's right. I to clean up HIS mess.
And then there's the whole "Why are there boys in your contacts list" thing.
I have NO shred of privacy from my father.
He even threatened to confiscate my handphone if I touched his precious notebook (laptop) one more time.
F*ck him.
I wonder how HE'D like it if I deleted all of his contacts from his handphone.
Hrms, not a bad idea.
You'll know what happened if you don't see me around online or blogging or smsing anymore, peeps.


I'm so pissed off.

DramaQueen