Aspiring fashion designer who cant sew for nuts.
Love being the eye behind the camera and posting aged pictures. Obsesses over high waisted shorts and connector rings. Currently searching for bands to follow and love acoustic to the max.
"
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
evil aunts scare the living shit out of me, literally.
it was just an simple remote control that controls the tv, and they had to make an horrible fuss out of it.
unknown auntie :"xiao mei mei, can you help me change to the discovery channel? "
*picks up the remote to change*
fat auntie : " why you change?! i want to see the one with the manicure!"
*stares blankly, not knowing what to do*
unknown auntie : " nevermind la, let her let her."
*switch back*
fat auntie screams again : " why you change again?! that one got food! got bread! change back change back!"
*fumbles with remote while trying not to die under the screams of evil aunties.*
unknown auntie: " BACK TO DISCOVERY CHANNEL! why this time no bread?!"
me, meekly :" this IS the channel..."
fat auntie : " olive olive olive!"
unknown auntie : " xiao mei mei. which number is it ah? how come the thing never show one?"
me : " this one is slightly different from astro, it doesnt show the number. uh, but if you press the ok button on the remote, you can see"
*demostrates. *
unknown auntie : "where got where got ?"
me : " you see the 016 there? it's the channel number.."
fat auntie : " stop playing *laugh* i want to see the olive/bread/ food."
*thinks to self : wth...
then walks away quickly to find the comfort of my mummy.*
later.
mummy : " peiling (fat auntie).. can you come and take the tea?"
fat auntie : " i'm looking at cheese"
i totally went muttering bitch under my breath and my sister replied totally. we were so disgusted by those *insert insults you can think of here*'s attitude. like what the hell do they think they are? even when we were the guest at their houses, we weren't a bit like that. we would only sit around and offer help at every bit of time we think it's needed.
for them?
they treat us like slaves.
all my siblings are hiding in our rooms hiding away from the evil clutches of fat, scheming, ugly aunties.
love, px 10:31 PM