| Men |

i hate weak men.

and i la-gi hate girls who pamper their men too much that they become weak as a result.

there is a limit to everything, and i mean everything.

as far as i can tolerate, i will.

but yesterday was intolerable. it was the max. i burst.

bad things always come at the same time, God always wants to test our patience and our abilities.

well, i failed the test.

i screamed so loudly and i went straight to attack the intruder.

for years, he had been living off us, my family. even with his $2,000 take-home pay every month, he does not have the audacity to give a lil for his everyday expenses which had been so conveniently taken care of by my parents for so long.

its time you went back to your home, back into reality.

isn't that the reason why you first bought the car? to go home? and now you conveniently turn the tables once again and you're seen in my house even more so than ever.

bullshit.

and what i was pissed about? the laundry.

the sista always does his laundry for him, at the expense of the big sista, mother and myself. and like i said, as far as possible, we try to give in, we try to compromise. but i really couldn't for the last time yesterday.

men. you are suppose to be strong, but as far as i can see, you're nothing but a worthless piece of leech just clinging on to the sista for dear life.

for so long, we let you run free in our house, in our family.

i dun care if what i said hurt his poor feelings, its time you woke up from your fairy tale and GET BACK TO YOUR HOME INTO REALITY!