Sometimes life just turns around and kicks you in the nuts...

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*First off, the author would like to apologise for the last entry. Song lyrics on a blogpost are NOT considered decent blog entries. No, it really isn't, unless you follow those up with your own writing.*

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Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter.
Drop by drop disappeared as they bounced off Don's body, forming a stream on the wet floor.
Drop by drop that Don planned what he was going to discuss with his mother, too.

The last drop fell as Don toweled himself off and changed. He left the misty room with a heavy heart.

Step.
Step.
Step.
Knock. Knock.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Mum. Open up, I need to talk to you."

"What?"

"Just open."

The door opened slightly, admitting entrance to the master bedroom. A drink by the side-table, the television churned up. Another one of those meaningless serials that Mother never bothered to follow-up on.

"Mum, I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, you said that the first time. What is it?"

"Well... it's like this. I don't think- Mum?"

Mother's eyes were fixated on the exaggerated actions of an unknown HongKong actor. Her eyes never fell upon her only son.

"Yeah, I'm listening. Don't hafta look at you to listen, right."

"Alright, see here..."

Explaining was done, and after what seemed eternity, Mother finally turned to Don.

"You're stupid. This is obviously a simple enough problem. Why can't you stop bugging me about your pro-" Mother wasn't happy.

"My problems? That's yours too! I only wanted to bring that to your attention after an eternity-"

"Eternity? Stop lying."

"... You know what I mean."

"And now you know what I mean. Just do this...

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...
...

Got it?"

"But isn't that what I proposed?!"

"No, yours is illogical."

"And yours is?!" Don asked in bewilderment. What in the bloody-

"Yes, now go and do your work."

"No! I came to TALK to you about something, not only ask your advice! My suggestion is not necessarily the best! If I knew what to do I wouldn't consult you!"

"Then stop raising your voice and we'll talk!"

"... I am not shouting. You are." Don looked at his mother unsympathetically.

*At this point of time, Don's Mother entered the room and borrowed Don's scanner, thus ripping the cables from the main electrical port accidentally. Thank you, Recover Post.*

"I've said what I've said already. You can either accept that or continue being a fool. I'm going to watch TV now. Go do your work. But you never do your work anyway..."

"Don't change the topic. What are we going to do about it?"

"I Already told you. Now go before I turn nasty."

"You already are..." Don muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"I said you already are!"

"You're just asking for a scolding, right?"

"You always told me to tell you the truth, what! What am I supposed to say, nothing? Then later you'll get more angry knowing that I lied."

"Get out."

Don exited the room and closed the door behind him, just before Mother returned to her rendezvous with the large metal box.

"My own mother, choosing the TV over her only son..." Don sighed as he returned to his room, not before he heard this reply.

"That's because you do the same to me whenever you're on the computer!"

...

"That was only ONCE! I did not realise you were at home at all!" Don shouted through the door.

"Same here, then!" The door replied.

"What you mean 'same here'? You know I'm here! Two wrongs don't make a right! Bloody hell!"

"Whatever, la!"

"So how about what I said just now?!"

"Do as you see fit, I don't want to know about it!"

"Then why do I even come and ask for your advice! I could jolly well figure it out myself!" Don bellowed into the fine grains of the varnished door frame.

"Then do it! And go do your work now!"

... For the love of...

"I'm not joking. Now!" The door resounded.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

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Over-Emotional-Kid Life of Quotes:-

Volume Four-hundred seventy-three; Chapter six; Paragraph Seven.

Never talk to your parents about your (or even their) problems while they're entertained by a big metal box. They'll never listen to you. Ever.