Sunday, May 9, 2010

It's one of those special days.

Yeap, that's right.
Special day for mothers.

Happy Mother's Day~!

It's one of those days when mothers are treated like queen but I assumed that it will all go back to normal again once the clock strikes 12am. Isn't it? Today is one of those days when her kids will clean up the whole house and a little break from cooking. This is the day all mothers wish they have everyday.

Last night I went for a last minute shopping for my mum. Well, I had no idea what to buy for her. She has a lot of bags and accessories already. As for clothes, I found nothing that suits her. So I ended up buying her a cup. I'll take a picture of it when I have the chance or when I'm up for it.

Currently, it's raining heavily - the weather I wished for everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. It's a weather that I love the most. I'm not complaining. I love sitting in the living room with the door wide open and the wind blowing it. I love the sound of the rain which seems to be calming for me. I love reading a novel with a cup of hot chocolate while enjoying the cooling breeze that swept in once in a while. Yeap, I LOVE rain.

Sunny days makes me lazy and grumpy. And ew-wy....
I sound like an old lady.

Other than just cups, Allan bought her the hanging accessories thing. And on the way back, we bought her a red daisy. One for his mum, one for mine. Despite that Allan is not related to my mum at all, he chipped in to buy her the presents. A small part but to me, it's huge. Why? Because my sister, the ungrateful dog, not only didn't chipped in but Allan had to FORCE HER to say 'Happy Mother's Day' to mum. FORCE. Her OWN mother.

It all started when I needed Allan to follow me to Spring. She doesn't like it when I go out with Allan but I needed to. Other wise, I won't even bother to ask. =/ I did not know how big the present Allan bought for my mum and I was searching for a box to put it in. From the moment we stepped out of the house, she showed me how angry she is. And Allan had to please her all the time. I was so angry inside I amost wanted to slap her in public. Such a bitch. She thinks she's so 'Your Highness'. Fuck that. Can't wait to get rid of her.

I'm really disappointed at her last night. I thought she could change into a better person but now I doubt. Gave her many chance but she blew it every single time.

After being forced by Allan, she reluctantly walked up to my mother and said in a very soft, low, unhappy voice 'Happy Mother's Day' and stomped off in the living room. Seeing that I rather her to shut the fuck up than to say something now. It's not from the bottom of her heart that she said it. It's because she was forced to. Allan was unhappy too and he followed her. After that I paid no attention to them as I was attending to my mum who did not let that let her down. She was commenting on the present and the flower. =] I'm glad that she likes them. It was then I saw Allan walked out of the house and slammed the door close followed by my sister. I knew something was wrong. He was unhappy with how my sister treated my mother. =/ Well she deserved it.

Such a drama and selfish queen.

My mum said it's better to treat the kitten nicer than my sister. I'm not sure if I should call her my sister anymore. She hates me so much that I'm sure if she has the chance, she'll stab me in my sleep. Thus, why I lock the door most of the times. It is true when my mum said that even though we cut our heads for her, she'll remain ungrateful.

Not only she's an ungrateful bitch, she's also a thief.
Things tend to 'disappear' from this house.
We caught her red handed a few times.

Yeap, I'm living with a thief... parhaps a professional one in the future.

That's how much hope I put on her.
That little.
Cause after last night, I guess I can say it's beyond disappointment.
A sister's love for her...
I guess it's wasted.
I think I should stop wasting my energy on her.
I'm really tired of trying to make her happy.
It's never enough for her.

My parents said it's fated to adopt her...
Otherwise, they would never do it.

I guess we all regretted it a lot.

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