Monday, February 18, 2008
Self-control is something I lack COMPLETELY.
Evident from the fact that I just busted 170bucks on clothes. I conclude that there can only be one and only ONE reason why getting a iBanking device is so hard and that is because iBanking is EVIL. It makes you spend and spend and spend like you have all the money in the world which is something I clearly do not have. I tell you, this is nihilism and consumerism at its best. Or worst rather.
I also happen to have a problem with shooting my mouth off at people when I'm pissed though it is clearly not their fault. Like how I argued with my mum about my dad being unhappy with my untidy, long, unkempt hair and how he wants me to cut it but doesn't want to say anything so he nags my mum into a corner and my poor mum has no choice but to try and subtly, notice how I said "try", give it to me, which promptly resulted in me arguing with her. My wasn't that a mouthful.
But really. I like my hair the way it is, though I'm considering going for a haircut soon, and I think that my hair is straight and un-untidy and un-unkempt, thank you very much. I mean how in the word is it untidy when I can run my hand through and everything will fall into place?
Anyhow, moving on, we, or rather I then started a monologue about how my father is being utterly ridiculous for asking me to turn off the powerpoints (refer to previous post) and of how the damned TV can generate heat to make the room stuffy.
In conclusion, I served my mum, a-la Sherwin style, a mix of my father being ridiculous in general and I really wish to continue but see no point because he is my father and I am his son, one with untidy, long, unkempt hair and no cow sense to turn off televisions and powerpoints, and whatever I say will not float. After which I promptly left the damned table with the damned bee-hoon my gramps has been cooking so many times over the past month.
Okay, point about me shooting my mouth off at innocent people when agitated, proven.
Continuing, I really should be working on the Marketing assignment, but the complete lack of self-control is just all over the place now.
Also, I'm coming down with a sore-throat, or I think rather, but I'm still eating combos, which if you don't already know, is nothing short of ambrosia and is a snack of pretzel and cheese filling. AND, not helping at all.
I lament my pathetic state.
But shall not do anything about it.
Heh.
P.S. I wish to make it known that despite all the nonsense, I still love my parents greatly, though I'm inclined to loving my mum more. Oh well.
9:42 pm