At least it wasn't bloody cold like yesterday.
Avril Lavigne's 'Girlfriend' sounded nice for the first few times when I heard it. But now as I'm listening, it sounded rather... noisy. Without doubt, it would make a good song for a girl to sing to her rival.
Bad news: Mom is throwing a tantrum and I don't know what's wrong with her. Must be menopause. I know she doesn't look old but SHE'S OLD, ok? SHE'S OLD!!!
How should I know what she wants the maid to cook for dinner?! And so it's all my fault again, huh? She didn't even instruct nor told me about dinner. The last time I called her she scolded me as if I should not even exist.
Grrr... I'm experiencing resentment. The world is so unjust!!
And that MAID!! Arrggghhhh!!! She makes me wanna break her neck!! Can't she just bloody listen to what mom says?! Mom told her clearly and precisely to ask mom what to cook for dinner, why can't she bloody remember something so simple?
She's not that busy either. 2/3 of the day she was lazying around, looking outside the window. There wasn't many chores to do as SOME chores were digsinated to the 3 of us. Everytime when I reminded her that she needs to bloody ask mom what to cook and she just smiles.
Brian just sat watching Animax and reading comics after bathing. This is an exam week, hello??
I was almost up the wall when I told him to do his revision. Guess what, he showed me THAT FACE!! That bloody FACE!! As if I'm the one to blame.
Now, mom won't bloody pick up the phone. When she called and asked what's the maid cooking for dinner, I said the maid doesn't know. Then she SLAMMED the phone. SHE SLAMMED THE PHONE!!
Why oh why do I have to deal with such people??
They think it's nice to see a person being a glutton for punishment, is it so? Why not they themselves try and see?
Mom with her somersaulting emotions; an incompetent maid and a brother without any aim or vigour to achieve something in life.
Can someone help me juxtapose this situation? ANYONE?? I hate being stuck in a maelstrom like this... *sob*
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