And you wonder why I am deaf?

My parents just left on an airplane to Hong Kong about 24 Hours ago. I got in trouble already. Cow Cow (Uncle; my mom's brother) came over, and for your information, he's always talking really loud. I have already turned down the volume of the TV compared the how Gong Gong (Grandpa) used to have it and he was still talking really really loud. My ears started to hurt he was being so loud and Rosie just kept on barking.

So, I told him to not be so loud. Then, it's almost like he went crazy and started barking at me (not literally, but still). I was sitting down and he was hovering over me yelling at me and drooling all over me as he was yelling at me. It was very gross / "wut dut". Cow Mo (Aunt; Uncle's wife) was trying to stop him from yelling and was standing in between us. But even Cow Mo can't stop him. He kept on saying "Who the f*ck do you think you are?? Telling me to quiet down?! I've held it in yesterday when you told me to quiet down I'm not gonna hold it in today" and "You shut up now or I'm going to smack you in the face". Then I turned to him and opened my mouth, I was trying to say "I was just trying to tell you to not be so loud because my ears hurt" and then before I could even say any word he points his stupid finger in my face and said "Don't let me hear another word from your mouth".

It's more like "who does he think he is?" He has no right to yell at me. If he wants to yell at a kid he should make his own and yell at them. If I wasn't well-mannered enough, I would have told him to shut up and not "Cow Cow, can you not be so loud?" The way that he yelled at me freaked out Jeffrey and Poh Poh (Grandma). I'm just afraid that Poh Poh might get a heart attack from Cow Cow's sudden loud voice. It doesn't matter what he's doing, it's always loud. Loud laughs. Loud talks. Loud yells. Loud everything.

So in the end, I went back into my room and cried (by the way, I've moved in with my grandma now). He has no right to yell at me. What the hell has he done for this family? All he knows how to do is put responsibility on other people. Like telling me "Remind Poh Poh to take her meds". He did not shed one tear at Gong Gong's funeral. In fact, he was still making STUPID jokes on Gong Gong's death day. He almost wore a sweatshirt and sweat pants to the funeral itself if my mom didn't call him and talk to him about it. It's like... have you no respect for your father??

Not just that, Sunday afternoon he called and said that he was coming over for lunch WHILE we were ALREADY eating lunch. So Poh Poh had to turn on the stove and cook all over for him again. And you know what he does when he came over? He doesn't even bother helping in the kitchen. Instead, he stands in the middle of the living room and starts doing his tai chi moves, expecting his mother to do everything. Poh Poh is not young anymore. Can someone please tell Cow Cow that now that Gong Gong is gone? I hate him.

I don't care, I demand an apology!!! It hasn't even been a day yet since my parents are gone and this is what happens. I hope he pops a blood vessel and die!

Keep in mind, people, his name is "Steven Ng" and he works at the UBC Bookstore. BEWARE!