Walls have Ears; So do FROGS

This is my latest paint project. I inserted WordArt in a Powerpoint slide, arranged them nicely, printed it out on tracing paper, sliced out the letters, tada! I got myself a stencil. And stencilled it onto a T-shirt.

I repeat that I DO NOT HAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA!!!

So very pathetically, I draped my T-shirt over the scanner and scanned the graphic in. Haha!... At least it works, right?

Okay, 'Walls have Ears; So do FROGS'.

All I'm trying to say is, when you're bitching about someone behind their backs, you just gotta be extra careful. But to me, walls definitely have ears. So you'd better not bitch about people at all. Definitely nothing to do with frogs. I just felt like putting it in because I'm nicknamed Froggy. Sounds very catchy.

Therefore, do not badmouth me behind my back. Because frogs DO have ears.

Talking about badmouthing, to have someone badmouthing you really isn't that bad, considering the fact that the person don't really know you well. You can comfortably shake it off because seriously, why do you care what strangers who don't know you say? You don't affect their lives, why should you let them affect yours?! But wait, what if the person that badmouths you is your mother?

A moment ago, my mother was badmouthing me to an aunt over the phone. She was far from being discreet. She was bitching about me right under my nose and within hearing range from me. She always does that. And it doesn't improve the relationship at all. In fact, it just irks me so much that I seriously don't wanna associate myself with her. She does that to my brother too. I wonder what she derives from all the bitching and badmouthing.

And it was all because I took my first shower for the day at 9.30 pm.

For that, she slammed many things, muttered to herself, cursed me to death, and muttered some more to herself. She'd really too generous in spreading her negativity. I've said that I cannot care less if she wants to feel bad. So I'm gonna say it again: "I do not care less if she wants to feel bad."

I wanna get out of this dump ASAP!

Thankfully, I'll be working full shifts for both Saturday and Sunday. What can be better than that?! I'm so glad that I'd be outta this hell hole for the whole day. I have things strewn everywhere. And for that I get to feast my ears on mad mutterings from my mother. How delightful!

Well, it's because I live in a small space with minimal storage space. Who can you blame, seriously? Plus it's not like 'we very rich, you know?'.

Thinking about all these makes me so excited for work tomorrow. I haven't been to work for some days now. Right, since Valentine's Day. I mean, f***ing Valentine's Day.

So long, now.