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It's coming the end of January, and I'm still not interested in Fine Arts. But still, I have to do the homework (though I've yet to touch my Fine Arts project for this week). Procrastination at work. Oh well. My schedule for tomorrow is almost filled up. I have to be at the temple very early in the morning and then go for reunion breakfast with my family. Then I have to go over to Dominic's house after breakfast and we proceed to his grandma's house. After that, I will be going to my grandma's place two blocks away for lunch. Okay, I gotta go. I need to rest before I can follow-up to this hectic schedule for tomorrow. Cya! updated 28th January @ 2238 hrs ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hello! We're one year and
one month and progressing really good... =) Well, things
haven't been looking up lately, and I need to vent this stuff
somewhere. Everyone is worried about her - about her not bathing at night after coming home, the upcoming 'O' Levels, her skipping of tuition classes and spending of between $100 to $200+ on a single item and $600 within 3 hours of shopping. But she doesn't seem to care. Not even a little. When my mom asked her about her recent skipping of tuition classes, she simply brushed my mother off with a "I have nothing to say." Naturally, my mother was pissed off with her disrespect and disregard of her presence, and asked my sis if she even had a mother at all. My sis gave her a very curt reply, "If you say I don't have a mother then I don't have a mother lor." Then she lied to my mom about her friends cancelling tuition, and when my mom asked her for her two friends' and her tuition teachers contact numbers, she refused to give the numbers. She boasts to her friends about my dad driving an MPV (Multi-Purpose Vehicle). But so what if my dad does? There are so many people out there driving sports cars and Lamborghinis. Having filthy rich friends doesn't mean that she has to act like she belongs to the upper class or a spoilt brat at 15 years old. And she dared say that my mom bought nothing for her when she splurged more than S$200 on two pairs of Levi's Jeans in Malaysia. She treats my dad like her chauffeur when she goes to work at United Square on Sundays and he has no choice but to comply. And then she complains that she is being unfairly treated. Hey, I don't even get a ride to the nearby bus-stop, so what right does she have to complain when I'm not whining about it? All she knows is to scream and shout at my mom, my brother and me (we're like her slaves). I may be older, but having to see her dark moody face all the time is just plain torture. Even my 8-year-old brother complains that he have had enough. I don't mind helping her with her Mathematics, but she just threw the book onto my bed at 11PM without even a 'please' or 'thank you' and even expects me to get a pencil from her table to do her mathematics for her. What am I? A slave? My dad told me to lay out a list of surcharges for my 'services': Here's my list of surcharges:
Asking me an academic question: $5. At this rate, I'll
be rich in no time! =) $ $ updated 16th January @ 2301 hr |
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