Home sweet home

I dislike staying in the west-most corner of Singapore. My brother doesn't even care where I am at a given particular time.
"Maybe in Maybel's room..."
Whaddaya mean maybe? I bet my dearest bro said that because Maybel sounds like maybe.
Anyway, to make up for the lack of attention to me, and to avoid being murdered by my mama, my bro took me home, where I now witness in disgust the feeble attempts at turning TV-watching into some sort of knowledge accumulation exercise.
So here I am, at home. This is the photo I MMS-ed to my mama to turn her into a puddle.