I am on the verge of brutally murdering my brother.

Honestly, he is such a whiny little pussy.

Bloody hell...it's always, "Why is it so hot?" or "This chair is too hard!" or "Yuck! Who cook this?"

Ergh! FED UP LAH.
I've got the spawn of the devil, right here in my house.

Anyway, on happier news.. I am going over David's house tomorrow!
He is cooking me lasange (!!!) for my birthday lunch.
Lene won't be home though.. she has to work.
She says she'll just buy for me KFC.
Budget sia..haha.

Our phone conversation:

David: You free tomorrow?

Me: Ya. Why?

David: Come to my house. I'll cook you lunch...for your birthday.

Me:Ooooh okay. What you cooking?

David: Lasange.

Me: LASANGE??!!! OH MY GOSH, I LOVE YOUUU!!!

David:Hahahaha.. I know you do.

Me: Let's get married.

David: Okay. But if people ask who proposed I'll say it's you ah.

Me: Siao ah.. where got girl propose to the guy one?????

David: You lor. Desperate.

Me: WHAT THE HELL!! I MERELY SUGGESTED OKAY???!!! You propose THEN we'll get married.

David: Fine. Will you marry me?

Me: Wah lau. So insincere...go to hell lah..

David: What the? So ungrateful.. I want a divorce!

Me: We haven't even marry yet.. how to divorce?????

David: Oh yah.. okay.. we marry first den later divorce.

Me: HAHAHAH. Okay.

Me: On saturday we go ROM and then find a lawyer.

David: Good idea. Hahahaha..

Me: Hahahahaha...

-awkward silence-

Me: Okay. That was lame.

David: Yep...

Is it legal to marry at fifteen?
Whatever, I'm getting divorced anyway!

-ric