Friday... Last day of the week
Friday... A bad day when it's the 13th?
Friday... Had an amath retest today. And guess what, about 5 of the questions were from the June O level AMath paper. Hahahaha XD Luckily, I just did the paper YESTERDAY 0.0 :P
Friday... Weekend is here!!
Friday... Worst day to get scolded for. My mum read the messages on my phone.
damn... not again
She scolded me for about 15 mins. Sitting next to me as I was busy typing away on the laptop... updating my Flickster profile after 866 days of being a member. My phone bill was $95.40 for October. A hell lot I know. I understand why she's pissed.
So I guess that's why she read my blog. Coz she wanted to see who I was messaging so much... which so happened to be my
CONFIDANTE for the past 2-3 months? 'Jo Jo Migo' on my contact list.
She read the sent messages, and found out about the movie with Jos. GREAT. Then she thinks sth is going on between us. ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS ASSUMPTIONS. That's what my mum does... ALL THE FREAKIN TIME.
I explained. And she exaggerated slightly, saying that I message him every second of the day. YEAH RIGHT. She went on like a train for 5 minutes. I had to wait for the right moment before I said,"there's nothing going on!" Then almost like a debate, she rebutted,"but if there's nothing going on, then why you sms him so much in a day? Huh? If you sms him like that so much, then there must be going on right?"
I didn't react... or maybe I just slightly nodded. I don't know anymore. I could just feel all the arguements building up in my head. You know, with a teacher, or with a classmate, I would win over this arguement. But, I NEVER win anything with my mum.
I don't know. I just hold LOTS AND LOTS of grudges. If you ask me, I can tell you about a grudge I still have since I was 9. Even though I'm neutral with the person now, I can carry out a grudge on him anytime. I'll always remember who has done me wrong, without paying back for it. And I guess one day, I'll have a revolution on my mum.
As she was sitting next to me, going on and on and on about how she doesn't want me to make friends with strangers, I spotted a contradiction in within less than 20 seconds. Amazing. And mind you, I HATE people who contradict.
Sigh. This post has become a rant. I apologize. Urgh. I hate it that my mum scolds me... if I try to explain, she'll take it as if I'm becoming rude, and I'm talking back to her. RIIIIIIIIGHIT. Explain is inequal to talking back. Does she ever get that?
As she was walking out of the room, she said,"You have to listen to me as long as I'm still alive." And when she was out of earshot, I said under my breath,"that's why I've been wishing for you to die." this is the first time, out in public view, I'm telling the whole world that I wish my mum to die. I've wished that for A LONG LONG time. God won't do it. I know. Coz she's the best for me. Without my mum, I could have ended up like Bri.
I still have sense in my brain. Don't worry. And I would LOVE people to care for me. To worry if I'm not around. To ask for me if I'm not there. Cheesy line: To catch me when I fall. Okay... that was weird. Anyhow, you get the idea. But I hate it when people care TOO much. Yeah, my mum's concerned, but hello, now she won't let me watch movies with friends anymore coz she doesn't trust me.
It's gonna take VERY VERY long to gain back her trust. But, I gotta do it. As the youngest child in this family, the apple in my dad's eye, and the child that my parents want to protect, I gotta listen to them. I have to act that part. Be the child that has a better life, better future, smarter, better, more innocent, and cause less problems. I guess drama has paid. I'll be acting every day, hour, and minute of my life... Well, at least until I get outta here...
One last thing, don't tell... shhhhh