getting sicker by the day

[thoumayest]

It isn't really my mood to actually post sumthin ere. Just felt like it. I just thought that this blog would be my sanctuary from all the horrors happening in my house.

My Dad has UTI, theoretically still. We don't know what's up with him. Each time he move or changes position, he feels this achin weird sensation in his groin. When he's asleep, we hear him moan out of pain. He hasn't gone to ork for days and every morning when he drives me to school, I have this fear in the back of my mind that smething's going to go wrong and we'll end up in an accident. Mom thinks he should be insured, but that needs an awesome amount of money. She's thinking of learning how to drive; she's even researched where to get the student permits and everything. She's also encouraging my brother to learn all the manly things Dad does in the house. Fixing the light bulbs, buying the write kind of nails, plumbing, throwing out the trash, laundering, all that. I just hope he gets well soon. I don't want to lose a father just yet.

The light bulb at me and my Ate's room is jammed. I think it's already worn but Dad can't fix it because he has to go out and buy a new one from the hardware. Kuya doesn't know how to do that.

As if the light bulb wasn't enough, the electric socket in our room had a short circuit because of the wires outside the house. Somehow, it affected specifically, particularly, just the socket at our room. That means no electric fan for us.

I have no idea what I did to receive such karma but my cabinet was devoured by termites, just the bottom cabinet, though. You know, the cabinet with all my BOOKS!!!!! Thank God they only ate the scratch papers! No harm on my books and notebooks except residues of their supposed to be home. Imagine, they were trying to build their hill on my cabinet! Bastards! If I could swear and destroy all of you I will. I had a hard time removing the saliva-infected residues of your home from my spare notebooks that I am supposed to save for next year! From now on, I am an official termite-hater.

With my room super defected, i have no idea where I'm going t make my assignents. There is a sick erson resting at my neighbor room. The kitchen and the living room are just too noisy for me to concentrate. And the second floor is simply too hot and humid for me. Sh*t. How am I supposed to suvive third year like this?...