Hello readers. Like finally I have Arina's blog link. Huahuahua. Josephine Emily Austria! If you're reading this, I am so sorry I dozed off in the middle of our conversation yesterday. I was like so sleepy and my phone fell under my bed, so I didn't feel the vibration. I can't reply yet, cause my phone needs a new battery. So, SOWIE! =p
Oh-Mah-Gawd. I am going Genting and KL end of this month. I am freaking excited larh seyh. Will be bringing my digital camera, a few warm clothing and some money to buy chewing gums. Heheh. My sister's tagging along cause she's never been to ANYWHERE above Malacca. So, she badly wanted to go. We'll be staying in a hotel ya'll! Not bad huh? and there is extra $20 in the trip fare cause Warisan hired a good tour bus. So, pretty much, OH-YEAH. Hahah.
I had a fight with mom just now. Sad right? Mother's day, but I had a fight with my mom. I was so angry that I crushed the photo she took with me when I was like 4 years old. I was pissed, damn it. She told me to buy cat litter, I went down to buy it. Then when I reached home, she told me to change the cat litter and put in the new one. I did it. Then she told me to fold all the clothes in my closet. After folding I wanted to arrange it. She went to my room, screaming like a mad woman, telling me stuff like why I never fold properly, why never arrange properly, why I'm so slow and why I am so blur and dumb.
What did ya'll expect me to do? Just open my ears damn big and listen to her rattling on about how stupid and slow I was? Just sit there like one fcuking idiot letting her screeching and piercing voice run through my head? Of course I shouted back. I was at the verge of my patience. I screamed at her to shut up and she scolded me for disrespecting her. I pushed her out of my room and locked my door. She was like, "I'll tell your dad. I don't care. I'll tell him what you did to me."
Fcuk that man. Guess what I shouted? 'Diam lah bodoh! DIAM! Aku tanak dengar suare kau!' (Read: Shut up lah stupid! SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your voice!) I was mad. Full stop. She was like, "Kau kurang ajar ehk! Aku bilang ayah kau! " (Read: You're very insolent! I'll tell your dad!)
Fcuk that to the core man. I just shut myself up while crushing the photo. I couldn't take it. What's gotten into her for God's sake. Why is she so fcuking moody and feels like screaming at everyone? She screamed at my sister before she went to work.
Ridiculous bitch.
The thing I'm sad about is that I see young girls holding hands with their moms and their moms are like hugging and kissing them all the time when I come home from school. And it's like a sharp knife just stabbed through my heart cause I've never felt a motherly love before. A sincere one, not a fake one. But don't misunderstand me. I do love my mom eventhough I don't like her. Sometimes it's so bad that I feel like she's not my mom at all. Sometimes I feel like she picked me up from a garbage dump. Yes, it IS that bad sometimes. But deep down somewhere inside me, I do love her. I just don't like her methods as a mom.
Oh I want you guys to watch these two videos. It's really touching. I cried when I watched it. It's from Tyrashow. Just watch.
This is part 1.
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This is part 2.
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Happy Mothers' Day, ibu.
Oh-Mah-Gawd. I am going Genting and KL end of this month. I am freaking excited larh seyh. Will be bringing my digital camera, a few warm clothing and some money to buy chewing gums. Heheh. My sister's tagging along cause she's never been to ANYWHERE above Malacca. So, she badly wanted to go. We'll be staying in a hotel ya'll! Not bad huh? and there is extra $20 in the trip fare cause Warisan hired a good tour bus. So, pretty much, OH-YEAH. Hahah.
I had a fight with mom just now. Sad right? Mother's day, but I had a fight with my mom. I was so angry that I crushed the photo she took with me when I was like 4 years old. I was pissed, damn it. She told me to buy cat litter, I went down to buy it. Then when I reached home, she told me to change the cat litter and put in the new one. I did it. Then she told me to fold all the clothes in my closet. After folding I wanted to arrange it. She went to my room, screaming like a mad woman, telling me stuff like why I never fold properly, why never arrange properly, why I'm so slow and why I am so blur and dumb.
What did ya'll expect me to do? Just open my ears damn big and listen to her rattling on about how stupid and slow I was? Just sit there like one fcuking idiot letting her screeching and piercing voice run through my head? Of course I shouted back. I was at the verge of my patience. I screamed at her to shut up and she scolded me for disrespecting her. I pushed her out of my room and locked my door. She was like, "I'll tell your dad. I don't care. I'll tell him what you did to me."
Fcuk that man. Guess what I shouted? 'Diam lah bodoh! DIAM! Aku tanak dengar suare kau!' (Read: Shut up lah stupid! SHUT UP! I don't want to hear your voice!) I was mad. Full stop. She was like, "Kau kurang ajar ehk! Aku bilang ayah kau! " (Read: You're very insolent! I'll tell your dad!)
Fcuk that to the core man. I just shut myself up while crushing the photo. I couldn't take it. What's gotten into her for God's sake. Why is she so fcuking moody and feels like screaming at everyone? She screamed at my sister before she went to work.
Ridiculous bitch.
The thing I'm sad about is that I see young girls holding hands with their moms and their moms are like hugging and kissing them all the time when I come home from school. And it's like a sharp knife just stabbed through my heart cause I've never felt a motherly love before. A sincere one, not a fake one. But don't misunderstand me. I do love my mom eventhough I don't like her. Sometimes it's so bad that I feel like she's not my mom at all. Sometimes I feel like she picked me up from a garbage dump. Yes, it IS that bad sometimes. But deep down somewhere inside me, I do love her. I just don't like her methods as a mom.
Oh I want you guys to watch these two videos. It's really touching. I cried when I watched it. It's from Tyrashow. Just watch.
This is part 1.
[x]
This is part 2.
[x]
Happy Mothers' Day, ibu.
Labels: I love my mom.
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