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C'est la vie:
So, shopping for groceries isn't that bad afterall. Oh, yesterday, when I woke to make breakfast (for myself that is), I realise that some stupid birdie(s) just happily flew in and made themselves real comfortable. Ate all of my tomatoes 3 actually and shitted all over the place. WT...(fill in the blanks) My breakfast. Stupid bird(s). It's not eaten completed. IT'S LIKE ONE MOUTHFUL PER TOMATO! WTH... Wasted 3 of my real fresh and big and juicy tomatoes. Cos my mummy said there's bird flu going around and i obviously have no idea what stupid bird(s) it/they were/was. (cancel appropriately) Anyway, I was pissed.There goes half or my breakfast in the rubbish bin. Oh, and I've gotta clean up the stupid birdies' shit. WTH(I am very tempted to use the F, but since it's only a birdie, I shall forgive and forget) So, when grandma returns from NTUC, the place is clean except for those 3 tomatoes to show her.

Today a piece of cloth flew into our kitchen window.
Dad: Is this ours?
Mum: No, it just flew in. Please.
Dad: Should I throw it up so that the rightful owner can have it back?
Mum: If you don't mind
Dad: Never mind, if it didn't get up I'll be charged for killer litter
Mum: As if a piece of cloth can kill (which is true, if a litter doesn't kill, it's not considered a killer litter, but you will be charged for littering)
Me: What if somebody's trying to cross the road (carpark rather), and the cloth landed on his face and a car went knocking him down cos he got blinded by the cloth? (I tried to think of something to go on 'and-ing' but I can't so I stopped there. Don't say it's short.
Mum, Dad, Grandma: -.-

lu
9:49 PM