That sucked. ;l

Okay so last night, after I was working on my blog, I was on the floor of the living room with mom's laptop, when she came in tried to see what I was doing. So I exited the page and she told me to get off. So I did.. but I wanted to continue.

So I went to my computer cause I had left it on because I wanted to finish my blog. But it was off! As usuall, dad turned it off. He always turns it off when I'm not on it. So I got seriously, MAD.
I was being my evil self. Haha I was gonna say 'bad self', but anyways so I was making noodles, banging pots and pans, with my usuall 'you guys are so un-fair', then SOMEHOW I crossed the line so Dad said 'Ok, I'm getting the sambal'. And Mom supported him by saying 'It's in the fridge!'

I didn't believe he was actually going to so I just casually continued my noodles. But I actually saw him get it so I started walking toward the living room.. But he grabs me and starts throwing/rubbing HOT SAUCE on my FACE. It stunngg. And a little got in my eye. ;(

I obviously, madder than usuall, started throwing a tantrum. Like, a REAL tantrum. Whenever I'm mad I just can't stop myself. It's like the devil takes over me... But I let it. So I hate the feeling of being in that mood. I just got HURT. After that dad starts trying to rip my hair off or something, which by the way, isn't in its greatest condition.

Then we had that whole cheesy talk and whatever.
But I seriously wish it will never happen again.

And this was last night. Right now I'm Husna's room. =]
I guess the tension has cleared up.. hopefully.