Few minutes ago, she called and the moment i said "Hello!" she already bombarded with question on why i didn't tidy my bed up properly. With my best memory, i can say that there is nothing more to be done about my bed, it's already tidy enough. What is wrong now?! Urgh, i'm so pissed. She told me to straighten my bedsheets, ensure there's no wrinkles here and there and all that.  Then what the fish have i been doing everytime i got out of bed! -.-

To add to my sulky mood, my closet door broke this morning. It's hanging loosely from my closet now, can't be shut properly anymore. And that's my fault too?! Sigh. I don't even know how to fix that door, Dad should be the one. If i can fix it on my own, i'd have already done it before i kena spelling (translated: A slang for getting lectured/scolded). And you're asking me why i didn't inform you or Dad regarding the hanging door? I have already told you guys last week! Maybe both of you didn't listen to me. Major sigh.