never walk alone.

Jeng jeng jeng. . .

Irons are my best form of enemy.
No, not because I hate to iron my clothes.

You see, sometimes in life you tend to forget things when you are in a hurry.
For example, you forget to bring your :
1. Handphone.
2. Keys.
3. Books.
4. Accessories.
5. Wallet.
6. Objects you should bring.
7. And so on. . .(sorry just too many things to note)

Last but not least, in my case, I tend to forget to switch off certain electrical appliances.
The iron is the best case scenario.

So therefore, the electricity keeps flowing.
That leads to someone gettin worked up.
And when he's worked up, he'll bombard me with reiteration.

It starts with asking me, errmmmm demanding to be precise, why the hell I didn't turn off the iron.
The rest, as the common phrase goes, is history.

He'll start by commenting why I don't appreciate him.
Followed by I always create injustice towards him.
Then he goes on to lament that he provides us good food, house and so on.
And yet we are doing this to him.
Bleagh. Hate it when that happens.
Ermmmmm, hello! Its just about an iron!

So you see, just because of an iron, he starts to complain and whine.
Therefore, i offered to pay for the over-usage.
A way of shutting his trap I guess.

And why do he wanna talk about appreciating?
I don't work because I wanna support myself, its also because I pity him.
With another sibling waiting in the wings which is due in April next year.
Why the hell do I bother to accompany him to Johor wth my siblings in tact??
Why do I complete my own chores and not leave it for OTHERS to do?
Give his massages whenever he commands.
Fried some food so as not to bother him.
And bla bla bla. . .

If thats not appreciating, I don't know what is.

Case closed. . .