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Monday, 11 January 2010 1:28 am
The pathetic existence I call "relative"

Pesky, disgusting, conceited, abrasive, arrogant, annoying, meddlesome bigot. I only wish I could spout this in your face. Speaking of face, the only reason why I've been so obliging to you all this time was because of my dad's face. If you have no shame, no understanding, appreciation and acceptance of what the people around you do, then its HIGH time you learned.

I'm not the only one who's sick and tired of you and your antics. I have good reason to be pissed off and I, who wield the most patience in the lot of us who have to call you relative, am so not forgiving you. Even not coming for another two years or even staying in a hotel ain't going to solve the rift between us.

Bribery never worked then, never worked now and never will work in the future. Keep your 'bribe' money, I don't want it. Save it for when you need to go stay in the hotel. I'm done putting up with your crappy mood swings, irritable spouts of nonsense (even a 2 year old kids babbling sounds more appealing than hearing you talk. Ever wondered why I'm either never around wherever you are or have my left ear facing the direction you're broadcasting for the uninterested (who play both sides and be all sickly pally-pal with you) parties who lap up in pretense. You make me horribly sick.

On a nicer note, you can take comfort in the fact that I hate you and I don't make a big effort of even attempting or trying to hide my disdain from you. The boys are another story altogether. Snivelling, blabbermouthing rascals. Think we were so dense to not see what reports went back to the father.

Good riddance, I'm hoping once and for all.
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