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Press CTRL+S on another year, we're done writing the story of 2009. It's time to begin a new chapter in 2010, and I would like to start off with my usual sarcastic rantings. Oh joy.

If the first few days of 2010 are any indication of what's to come this year, then I am definitely not looking forward to it.

Any pretense of joyous anticipation evaporated this morning. I have had up to here with all these imbecilic neighbors thinking that our house is a public park. I might as well rip down our gate and front door because they're obviously not serving their purpose. My beloved mother seems to enjoy the fact that neighbors are free to walk in and spread gossip inside this house; this house which I would occasionally prefer to call sanctuary. These cretins walk in and out of my domicile as if the sanctity of privacy does not apply to me. I want my privacy. Heck, I deserve my privacy.

I despise all those that violate me by violating my personal space. I'd rent my own pad if I could, but I can't leave Mom on her own.

A house simply stops being a home when it's inhabitants are no longer a family. Oh the family's here alright; my mom, my sister, my brother, my brother's wife and two kids, and a cousin. That's a big enough family for at least two households, but we all squeeze into this one like a can of corned tuna. Yeah, the sardines cliché is so outdated.

As if that wasn't enough, another completely separate family of four rents one of the rooms in the house. What used to be the living room is now a small computer rental shop that caters to a bunch of social miscreants and highly underdeveloped and uneducated primates. This isn't a very big house, you see. Just between me and my brother, we take up so much space that walking inside the house when we're both at home is in itself an amazing feat. There was also that time when I had to sleep on the couch because I had no room of my own. That's corporal punishment for somebody who values his privacy as much as I do.

We had visitors today and we had no living room to take them in. We had to eat lunch outside, in the back of the house just above the septic tank. Did I tell you we've had no kitchen or dining table ever since... oh I dunno, forever?

Oh and there's also my evil aunt and her daughter living upstairs. We don't mingle with them too much. In fact, I avoid contact with them as much as possible. At least they get to have their privacy.

My wish for this new year is for this house to become a home again; either that or we move to a house that has no nosy neighbors and has a dining table. A pool would be great too. I wanted to kick things off in 2010 by kicking a few people out of the house, but Mom just wouldn't let me. So I'll just wing it and hope that somebody decides to take me seriously someday. I still have the rest of the year to figure this one out.


I know how you feel when a home doesn't feel like one. I used to feel that here in my own home, now I don't. it even came to a point when another person's house feels more like a home.

Congrats ! you got a nice blog, I hope you have time to visit my world ,I invited a few selected people to visit my world and you are one of them,,once again
Congrats. Thank and more power.

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