Pemarah?

I want to go to school. My fuse is getting shorter by the day. I do not enjoy being cooped up in the house. Everybody is getting on everybody's nerves. My dad's lucky, he gets to go to work. At least he will have access to some peace! I'm going crazy dealing with this lot.

Semalam as I was ranting on Adam's faults (because because of him, my mum switched off the TV. I was watching Samurai X sambil lipat baju), he replied, "Lah, hang tu pemarah, gila,...". I didn't catch all of it because I was too busy launching another tirade. Haha.

Gila?

As I am numero uno on the order of birth, and preceded by two younger, clueless males, of course I'd be a little psychotic! It's not my fault, such is the force of nature. When you have two younger brothers to manage, you would of course realize that the only path available is the path of constant screaming and yellin'. If not nothing gets done.

Pemarah?

Now why do you think I have a terrible temper huh Adam? I have to clean up after everyone in this household, yeah, every single one. Everyday I have to pick up after you people. I clean all of you people's rooms. I organize everything for you people. You people are so messy! No, I'm not really complaining. And I don't really mind. But you people are so unappreciative. "Hang ni, cube buat keje sikit. Suma benda nak kena suruh." You people are so unappreciative. Whatever. Haha dah lar malas nak membebel.

In short, at home I am vicious, violent, and volatile. Sekian.