♠I am so FUCKING angry with my brother.♠

Yes, it was ironic how things can get. Last night, I was still telling Corrine how nice/sweet/cute/funny my brother is. And today we quarrelled.

It all started with, he never change the pail that we used to keep the terrapin. For your information, the one that we are using one has a crack. And since my aunt has given us so many pails, which I am not sure how she got her hands on them, we might as well change it.

The next thing, he always leaves the clothes that he has changed on the bathroom floor. Regardless of how many times we have reminded him to put his clothes in a clean pail, he will forget about it and let my mum do the job.

So when I came out from my shower, I started asking him why he never do the two things that I have mentioned above. He looked at me as if I was speaking some fucking alien language which he doesn't understand. I was so fucking serious about it and he was trying to act funny with him.

So it went like this:

Me: Why are you looking at me like that? Don't understand what I am saying or not listening?

Bro: Because I want to listen carefully to what you said ma.

Me: Ok, if like that then why do you keep fogetting what I have told you to do.

Then the whole conversation got heated up and he was telling me he was not wrong for not changing the pail. Then I kept insisting that he was wrong because we had already told him to do so. And who would like to live in a house where the roof has a crack. I am sure my terrapins don't want to.

So the whole thing ended after we diao at each other.

And now we are having some fucking, childish cold war! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh