LOCK ON!
I'm freaking proud of what I just did. If you've been to my house recently, you'd know that my door knob is spoilt so I can't close my door. Which means my family members are popping champagne bottles. Because without a lock, it means my parents are permitted to enter my room and- Do a waltz around my floor,
- Move my handphone on the table by 10 degrees OR
- Have an inspection around my room.
I'm not being overly sarcastic it's true to a certain extent. It's like for 3 weeks I actually waved my privacy goodbye.
Like while I'm on the phone, my dad barges into the room and goes:
Dad: -takes out a photo- DOESN'T THIS LOOK LIKE OUR DOG?!!!
Me: Oh.
Or when I'm asleep, I can swear my parents and grandmother is parading around my room. Every time I'm in a half-awake state I see AT LEAST one of them in my room.
Don't ask why I didn't ask them to fix the lock, cause I did.
Me: Papa, can you fix my lock?
Dad: -ignores-
Me: Pa... When is my lock going to be fixed?
Dad: -hangs clothes and walks off-
Me: Ahma, can you help me get my lock fixed?
Grandma: -ignores-
HELLO?! IS ANYONE LISTENING?! Is my mouth moving but nothing coming out of it?! I've been living without a closed door for 3 weeks+. I'm amazed at myself. I should be rewarded.
So anyhow feeling extremely frustrated, I called a locksmith and asked him to come over and repair my door. -trumpet plays-
Yes, I'm proud of myself.
My parents are all quite flared up now. Mum's nagging, granny looks worried. Dad will be angry. But I can't give a damn right now. I don't think I need to apologise to them for wanting back my privacy. My sister is proud of me too.
HAHAHAHAHA! Omg I love the look on their faces when they found out. I imagine it to be the "Oh no, it means we can't barge into her room anytime anymore!"
SCORE! If you go saying I'm some unfilial daughter, shut up. You don't know what goes on around my house to judge.
posted by Cineja @ 5:09 PM
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