My mum was grinning broadly from ear to ear when she realised I wasn’t heading out that night. Tuesday night to be exact.

For the first time in so many weeks, I finally slept in my own bed. My queen sized bed with my Aussino bedsheets. For the first time, I realised how annoying it is to sleep with the constant buzzing of a mini fridge in the room.

Yes, where my computer once sat is now a mini fridge used to chill my mum’s cosmetics. My computer is now the property of my dad who had happily migrated it to his bedroom. The nerve! Then again, I’m hardly home these days.

So there I was, mildly annoyed that I couldn’t listen to my music and suffering from net withdrawal till my brother came to my rescue. I think my brother was glad to see me at home too cos he generously allowed me the use of his ‘puter.

Actually, I plonked myself in front on the seat and refused to budge.

The only times I dislodged myself from the seat were for smoke breaks. With the exception of his room (since I’m under his mercy for computer usage), I’m free to smoke everywhere else.

Ah! It was good to be home! I smoked anywhere and everywhere I wanted. In the living room, in the kitchen, in and out of my parent’s room, in my room… That’s the one of the perks of having a dad that smokes too – I’ve the license to smoke. He can’t jolly well be the pot calling the kettle black can he? The other perk is raiding his cigarette box when I
run out of cigs. Hur.

But I hate it when he misplaces the one and only ashtray in the house or when we’re both smoking at the same time. Like Tuesday, I had to resort to using a coconut shell that was my aunt’s humorous creation.

I almost forgot how annoying my dad can be till he reminded me… I collapsed into bed exhausted after writing the previous entry and was almost in lalaland when he came over to my room, woke me up and made me edit a paragraph of an email for him.

It was 2 fucking am! Argh!