.Sunday, June 12, 2005 ' 1:25 am Y
the one thing i dislike about saturdays are " what am i going to do for the whole day? " so, the first thing i did this morning was to brush my teeth, take my breakfast and sit infront of the laptop. okay. it sounds kinda lame. my parents ain't at home. so i can use the laptop whenever i want to. (: HEEHEE. neither my bro is.
yesterday, i was really REALLY mad at my mum. she was screaming her head off over the phone-in the MORNING. just b'cos she told me to wake up at this particular time and i didnt. i only slept for another half an hour mah. but actually, i cldn't sleep at nite. i kept thinking about my grandad. his life is sorta in danger now. ): so, we're really pampering him. like he wants to eat this, we'll get it for him. he wants to go there, we'll bring him there.(provided is convenient for handicap people.) okay, back to ytd. my mum wanted to bring us for lunch somewhere and we're supposed to reach at 11.30. so she told us the nite b4 tt she'll be picking us up at 11.15. i've got one hour to prepare..(which is more than enough.) and dunnoe for what reason, she just LOVES to yell at me. and whenever my dad just tell her off, she gets angry and vents her anger on us. arghh. then later, things got a lil' bit better. only for A WHILE.after lunch, she fetched us home and she went back to work. when she came back in the evening, my mum was also yelling at us. and when she yells at me everytime, and i explain to her ever so nicely, she just scolds me, "why are u so micro-petty?" (in other terms, VERY petty.) this happens almost everyday. sometimes, i wish i have a big headphone with loud music on my ear, so i need not hear her yelling. but anyway, now i noe i shldn't explain things to her. number 1: she'll call be micro-petty. number 2: she'll think i'm retorting her. number 3: she'll think i'm arguing with her. number 4: i think i'm just wasting my saliva or breath explaining things to her when i'll get yelling in the end.
at night, my bro went to throw rubbish outside our flat . we didn't noe tt the plastic bag was leaking. and my mum screamed at us AGAIN. arghh. she yelled at my bro " i just mopped the floor and then it's dirty again! go and take a wet cloth and clean it! " like as if my bro and i dun noe? it's only an accident. and it's not as if it's the first and the last time my mum's going to mop the floor. and she yelled again" jody! u're responsible too! next time i don't wanna cook anymore!" does 'dun wanna cook' link to throwing the trash? and she kept yelling and yelling like no one's business. and after i helped my bro to clean, both of us just sat on the sofa and watched smallville while she's screaming to no one. HAHA. we're so mean.
ahh!! my dad just came back.shit. but i told him my bro is downloading some music so i must take care of the com. HAHA. anyways, i gotta go. cos we're going out later. (: i'll update more later.maybe. haha. byebye!! (btw, pls tag. (: )
