I am like such a wild, mad kid. Having an extremely sucky morning at the ICA, followed by a tirade of boring events, and eventually coming home to face an angry mom sucks.

She is lamenting about us not washing our clothes, having an untidy room, yadda yadda.

I DON'T LEAVE CLOTHES LYING AROUND after i change.

My sister does.

And she does so in MY ROOM, so i get all the scolding.

Look, if she wants to play the game of i-want-to-sabo-you with me, i am game.

Not trying to be proud or whatever, the god-of-fortune sides me.

And i have power, therefore.

I can change handphones, she can't, and she gets thoroughly jealous.

*Evil plan*