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Sometimes I cannot stand my parents. They complain that I’m not doing well enough in school, complain that I’m not getting decent grades to do them justice, and then they fucking can’t let me do my work in peace. And bother me with silly stuff like not being able to sign up for a skype account, not being able to download firefox, not being able to get speed dial to work in firefox, etc. Why the fuck is it my fault that you’re a prehistoric dinosaur who can’t seem to use the damn computer. Argh.
People still don’t GAF. SYF is 18 days away. We’ve talked to them nicely, we’ve scolded them, we’ve prep-talked them. And they still don’t GAF. What on earth am I supposed to do now. Am I supposed to scream in their ears. Am I supposed to cry again. Am I supposed to slap them and hope that they wake up. Am I supposed to tell them how bad we sound.
Or am I supposed to beg Ms Ku to cut everyone who doesn’t give a fuck out of SYF. The minimum number’s 12.
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