no it's not right to talk back to your parents

i know it.. usually i keep all my feelingts to myself, not this time


For some reason, his standard for me and my bro is relatively stricter than the rest of the kids of our generation. Like sometimes even though dim sum starts at 1pm, he would tell us it's 1230 to ensure we arrive on time..


Tue night, we had a dinner gathering because my aunts were back from the Aus trip. We usually have 2 tables at my uncle's. When the first table filled up, my dad asked me to call my bro to see where he was. I told him that my bro called earlier and said his wife is not off yet so they will be late. He thought I said my bro not off yet and questioned me in front of everyone. My bro already instructed me that I need to specify that it is his wife still at work otherwise my dad will doubt about him not off by then. Then I couldn't help myself and added that it's so normal not being able to get off on time . After a few seconds, he told me that I don't need give so many explanations. I couldn't resist it and defended that so many people still haven't arrived by then. He asked who? I told him the other table is completely empty. It made me so mad talking to him and I cried secretly. I dun understand why he is like that... maybe he's getting old and wacky. There! that explains it!

lately weather hasn't been good and my babies have been stuck home.

maybe they thought i was going to take them out over the wkend and it didn't happen, therefore as a revenge, they decided to give me a hard time when I get them to rest in their cage at night...


usually when i give them a treat to go back into the cage, they know it's time to sleep and won't bark anymore. On Sun night, I put them back at around 1245 midnight, just before I go to bed myself.. yet my boy started barking when i close the door to their room. I hope he would become silent after a few bark yet it got even more intensive. I thought it might be that one of his toy is outside his cage or something. So i went back in and gave it back to him.. yet it didn't work out.. and they both barked at me.. i failed completely. then my bf took over and tried to negotiate with them for about 10-15 min but failed as well. We had to let them out as we really don't want any complaints. To make things even worse, my boy peed a little bit on the sofa and the cooling mat. GOSH! it's so stressful.


I decided to sleep on sofa with them, yet my bf didn't let me as he said that I have to work next day and he can just take a day off the following day. So I went back to sleep and he was out to monitor them. All of them didn't sleep much over the night and my bf caught a cold.. sigh.. i feel so sorry for having him stay up throught the night....wish he feels better soon.


after the horrible night, i get them to rest earlier so just in case they bark.. still have some time to let them bark all they want until they give up. lucky these 2 days gone smooth...

On the day of T8, my dad came up to my apt to cook for me.

Since it was his first day meeting my dogs, I wanted to teach him how to get them back to cage. So I asked him when he will be done so that I can show him. In less than 1 hour, he managed to cook soup and dish, change the shower hose and let me show him how to get doggies back to cage. Then we all left together for a quick lunch before we head off to work.


On my mtr ride to work, I got this feeling about not having turn off the stove. But I was already passed a few stops so I didn’t think more about it. When I got back, I smelled intense cooking scent when i got out of the elevator. Then when I opened my door, I realized the scent was coming from my own kitchen. O GOD!!! My dad really didn’t turn off the stove and whatever inside left inside the pot is just like a pile of charcoal. Lucky that I got home early and the dogs are located very far away from kitchen. Phew!