sunday also known as family day

HUR HUR HUR!

family day?

indeed a pathetic family day. I do have the wierdies family in the whole universal. So, everyday, we make it a point to have breakfast and discuss on the latest news or the ongoings in our individual life. however, i perfer to keep things to myself as I do not see a need to share what's up and going in my life with the "family".

So bla bla bla. . . .the man of the house who seems to have "talking" as his life time hobby. Which by right i can't help it but to just sit and show that I am physically there but not mentally, or consciously there. Ahar! so this is the time whereby, i get to day dream to myself and enter into my alice in the wonderland WORLD! the LA LA land!. I couldn't care less on what's going on in the dining room as it has been practically a so called "routine" in my daily life since I was like 8? and i'm tired. . real tired of it now. So, now u do know how can HE be such a nag at times. .

Sundays are like the usual, i've been employed without pay to be the driver of this wierd family and being called across billions and millions of air molecules to run an errand for them. it is for sure THE most tiring job that I've ever got.

Anyway, so mum order some food to be cooked by aunt and so she tried ringing the house phone umpteen times and finally she gave up and got me through my handphone and said

"Eh, why i call your house nobody answer ar?" and i said "Oh, because there is no sound it's silent" and suddenly she laughed and said "what? your house phone has got virbration mode".

LAME and MEREPEK

So yes. . .love life? anyone? advice? or any recommendations?

I came across this parable which says:

An average guy will pick the fallen fruits for those are the easiest to get. A GREAT guy will overcome all challenges just to pick the BEST fruit"

but. . the question is when will the GREAT and the RIGHT guy come? I got curious and find it a need to share it with someone and that someone showed me something else. . which went like this. .

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they jus get the rotten apples from the grounds that aren’t as good but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in the reality they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

***BUT STILL! my question has yet to be answered. . . . .

okay, and so, "i can't wait to spend the rest of the day with my SO happy family"

till then. . . .