Your Bore -Seether

Wanted to go to school today, but woke up at 8.44am. So I dozed back to slumberland.

Then woken up rudely again at around 10 by the strong light coming in through the window. The window wasn't supposed to be opened in the first place. In addition to that, voices of the minah and her friends outside (2 of them, who weren't at 'home' the night before'). Seems that they just 'returned.' I tried to go back to sleep but the light shining from outside was too great to bear.

Trying to cover my head with my pillow. It may have worked for the blocking of sunlight, but this time it was the minahs talking loudly in the living room, shouting at one another even though it was like 5m at max from one other. My house is small, and surely talking loudly among one another seems redundant.

This time, I couldn't even get back to sleep at all. And my head is already pounding. I tried leeping in various positions but it didn't seem to work (quit thinking dirty you fags). They were still talking very loudly among one another, and one of them used the phone to call one of the mats, even speaker-fied it so the rest of the minahs could talk to him. (Fucking bitches, who are they to abuse the phone when they don't even live here in the first place?) It doesn't just stop there. The phone call continued for a few more hours. I was already awake, in my room, trying to shut the noise from outside, yet it didn't work.

I went to the kitchen, and there I found, on the sink, an empty tub of chocolate ice cream which is supposed to be for me! And I was hungry and went to the fridge and saw an almost finished tub of raspberry ice cream and finished it...

Back in my room, they started blasting the speakers from the desktop in the living room, playing retarded songs, like trance, the kinds that will irritate the shit out of you. Shutting the door wouldn't help, although it did for a bit, the sounds can still get through the underside of the door, leading to my bedroom.

And what more, one of the fucking minahs, walking around the house in just a bra, and shorts. Seriously, one day i'm going to do something about all this.

This is not the main problem yet.
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After celebrating National Day with my friends, I boarded the train with Isk, journeyed to Pasir Ris. He stopped at Tampines. Making my way to the chalet by myself.

Reached there, changed clothes and preparing to go to sleep. Because it takes time for me to go to dream world, I laid there on the floor, on top of the carpet, where in the room, I listened to talks of gossip, and mainly about my family.

My grandmother seemed to know about my family's situation. One of the minah was to be sent to Australia to be married to some fag. In other words, an arranged marriage. That's the reason she ran away from home.

The other, her mother has problems of what seemed to I-don't-care.

Now both of them are staying with us, for god-knows-how-long.

The shocking part, my mother was thinking of adopting both of them.
SERIOUSLY WTFFFFFFFFFFF.

Taking care of the 3 of us is already troublesome for them, and they want take into account the welfare of 2 more, furthermore, MINAHS?

What the hell is my mother thinking?

And now both of them are treating this place like their own home, even calling my parents "Papa" and "Mama" as well as my lil sis "Adik."
Who the hell are they to call them that? They're not even of our own blood.

More information I heard from my grandmother:
One time minah didn't come home, and my father called 2 of his siblings to go and do a search for her. As much as I want to believe, I don't think my father would even take that measure, since he's always at home doing nothing. Either that or he'll be out with his friends at the nearby coffeeshop till late at night.

My father, even went to my grandmother, crying, because he doesn't know what to do with the minah anymore, and his hope on me and my lil sis. If this is his way of doing things, then he should be prepared that shit like this will happen. Doing something when everything has already taken a toll on the whole family, affecting our welfare, our lives?

"Bapak borak, anak rintik." This phrase, translating it literally, meaning "Like father, like son." But in this case, it's not me. It's the minah. The minah's actions if observed carefully, are what has become of the influence from my father. Going out without telling anyone, coming home late, sometimes not even coming back home at all, spending more time with friends then own family.

On the day we came back from the chalet, I told my mother that I'm planning to call Darul Ma'wa, an organisation that aims to provide service who is experiencing difficulties like mine.
Her reaction? Laughter.

Seeing the way he reacted, makes me not want to help the family anymore. The irony, she's the one who suggested putting the minahs into the Children's Home in the first place. Well, what is there to do if she doesn't support my plans on helping the family?

I'm still having headaches.

Welcome to my secret life.
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Melancholy.