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Saturday, July 08, 2006

We are getting massacred.

Cigarette butts, beer bottles.
My crazy mom found these trash on our terrace. You see, my mom is so damn stingy that she won't buy any lock for our gates. We have four gates and the one is not locked. So there is really no point in locking gates when one is still accessible to outside elements?
My mom interrogated me if I were sneaking smokes in our terrace. She also asked my father and my two siblings. Well, they denied and most defintely, I am not the one who smokes in this household. Say, who in the right mind will sneak smoke in their own house and leave evidence out in the open? If I do smoke, I will smoke way beyond our house perimeters. Come on, ME, smoking? I haven't even held a cigarette. Ever. Yes, believe me. Well, that leaves to the conclusion that somebody is trying to stalk our family.

There are two instances that depict this:

1) Our telephone line was cut a few days ago.
2) The cigarette butts and beer bottles left in our terrace.

Well, If I were my mom, the first thing I would do is not interrogate suspects but but a GODDAMN LOCK!
Anyways, If we were about to massacred, all I can say is - that's cool.


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