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Sunday, May 09, 2010

Yes! Yes! I know!! It's Mother's Day today!.. I know I should be showing appreciation to my mother instead of being angry with her first thing in the morning.. BUT I CAN'T HELP IT!! She doesn't know that was mine instead? Okay, I take it.. Ask me if I could share? Not very willing since she actually has her own pair!.. What made me reach the maximum was, "I don't have money to buy a new pair.." What rubbish?!! Firstly, she has her own pair somewhere in the shelf and she doesn't have to get a new pair.. Secondaly, she has 2 jobs now!.. What does she mean by she has no money?!.. Than what about me?! If she spoils my shoe, then I have to get a new pair! AND I DO NOT HAVE A JOB!!

She wasn't willing to help me pay my school fees.. So I have to do it myself.. I could still remember very clearly what she said to me when I asked her if I could put the GIRO under her account.. She simply said,"Dont put mine lah.. I got no money.. Put your daddy de.." She even showed me her bank book angrily.. And guess what's next? She bought a laptop from my aunt.. Yeah.. Right.. NO MONEY.. She's always telling me that she has no money since I was really young.. Young, yet old enough to tell her,"I know, I didn't ask you to buy it"

2 days ago, I was chatting with her in the morning.. She asked me,"What year is this? 2011?" I told her,"No lah! 2010 only lah!" Next question she ask pissed me off a little.. "Oh.. Then from 1993-2010 is how many years?" HELLO??!!! I'm born in 1993!! How old am I?!! I can't believe that I actually asked her if she knows how old am I.. Because.. Her answer was.. " I don't know.." BLURDY HELL!

Oh! I almost forgot! Of course she doesn't know how old I am.. She doesn't even remembers my birthday for heaven's sake.. 1week after my 17th birthday, she asked me when was my birthday.. And I told her it was last Monday.. And she asked me for the exact date. so I told her..
Yup.. She had cleanly forgotten.. I was really happy when she seemed to be bothered about forgetting my birthday until she said,"Haiz.. Last year also forgot about Sara's birthday.." First 3 words that comes to my mind was, "what the hell?".. You know why? Because the previous year she had forgotten about my birthday just because she quarrelled with my father..

Oh well, I can trust that she would not remember my birthday anymore.. I know.. I have to live with it..


reca @ 9:10 AM


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