To My Horror

After a 12h shift, I should just hit my face on my pillow as another 12h continues tomorrow. But this sooo outrageous!

The other day after I came back from work along 1am, there were memories cards spilled all over my desk. After looking through, there was one missing and so I immediately rushed up to take it back from my then asleep brother. I can't believe he did this and he dared to say he didn't use the memory card yet! Eventually, it woke up my mom too who wondered why i caused so much commotion because the poor baby has school. Seriously, they are from the same bloodline it is so obvious (she had went through my personal belonging too). I tell her that he has no manners to be looking through others' people stuff without permission (he takes the Wii away like that until I caught him, then he'd ask). I told her that they need to behave like parents for once, because parents aren't just about feeding, providing a roof, and bookworm education, but also social intelligence and it starts within the 'family'. FYI, this is why building you own family is better, you get to set your own rules. Geez, it isn't because he's the baby boy that he's allowed to do whatever he wants, he isn't eight anymore but freaking sixteen!!! I threaten her to change the door handle of my bedroom and put a lock on it.

Few days later, as in today, it isn't done yet. The issue is the router/modem are in my bedroom and if they require a reboot, they won't have access to it. I was so flustered that I almost forced that consequence upon them to wait till I come back or just give the key to my dad.... the only one I can still still trust in this house until one day or maybe not. Yup, that's what growing up does to you. Disillusioned.

However, today as I came home, I noticed he used my printer, although he owns one. I kind of lean more towards photographic memory so I know somebody came into my room when my stuff are under a different angle and my brother never put the stuff back exactly in its place. I'll definitively put a lock on once I get a day off. Maybe because I've graduated, maybe because I own part of the house, but I can't tolerate this anymore. I mean, he doesn't freaking knock on the door although I'm in there (and actually pants less...yes, it happens like after a shower). I'm already cranky enough with the job, super duper short-tempered on the road, can I get some space at home? There's a reason why I moved the PC to my parents' bedroom. I want to be ALONE even when I'm not physically in my bedroom.

Somehow, my mom and brother come up with the excuse that I'm never home so he can't never ask. WTF? Does it give you an excuse to 'borrow' private stuff like a memory card without asking? And hey, he doesn't even ask when I'm home. Told mom, I always knock on his door and NEVER go through his stuff when he isn't home! Even with a mortgage on hand, I want to get away. The best excuse to stay would be studies. I need to find something to study about so that I can give myself an excuse to remain in this unpleasant spot. 'Kay, I'm so wired up right now that it's just pulling my sleep shorter; shouldn't have type down this.

He annoys me so much I can't even be a hypocrite and pretend to get along with. And I thought there was unspoken social rules among people. The day he'd have a girlfriend that would whipped him (typical Viet boy), I'd like her. Otherwise, I already know, we won't like each other.