I just got off from a war in Iraq. And Iraq is just here in our household, hahaha.

I enjoyed every second of it because my mouth is a morbid machine gun and every shot is oh-so-fucking glorifying. BwaHAHAHA.

Let me narrate a brief summary(if you can call this brief)

I had just finished watching TV when I learned through my brother that a technician was fixing the internet settings on our computer so as to share our DSL connection with the dumb son of my grandmother. Of course, I got enraged so I immediately confronted the technician and talked shit with a soaring voice tone. He was just quiet then. So ok, I shut up and sat on our sofa. He left right after he's done with his shit right here and told me to restart the computer. Ok. When I turned this unit on, there is no connectivity so I released the hell out of me and fought with my grandmother. Thanks to my cursing skills, I won as I always does. Then my Mom arrived just in time when my grandmother's son was telling me in a high pitch not to change the IP address. My mom got appalled because he doesn't have the right to demand or complain because he is just sharing with us and he's not even giving us a single centavo for that. So she cussed as well. And damn grandmother's son insisted that I was changing the IP address. Hell I care about IP address! The only thing I can remember was the time I followed this PLDT employee's instructions through the telephone so I can revive my internet after their technical difficulties due to power failure all throughout Batangas. I did not change a single IP number but I just clicked on something then tadah, our internet was back. So there is no way he can accuse me of that. Ok, so in short, we won and my grandmother and his son(whom I refuse to refer to as my uncle or something because I don't consider him as such) lost. Mwahahaha. I love my mother.