Sunday, November 04, 2007
4:08 PM
i wished i had a life of a farmer
all i have to worry about is my chickees not eating enough
or my horses being too exhausted over s_ _.
you know HOW LONG their d are right? HAHHA!
and that's it. no worries and all
left my phone at home while i went to ikea n giant with mummy
mom loves doing the disappearing act
meaning, she'll nv stand still while waiting for me to get straws...
she MUST walk away
making me stand in the middle of the beverage section for like 10 mins
i admit,i'm a mollycoddle
cried umpteen times when i was a kid cos mum would forget bout me while shopping
meatballs were shiokadoo! chicky wings was orighttt
i'm having this anti chicken at the moment cos of what yp/jx posted in her blog
the cruelty of kfc to poor chickees cos they have to fatten them until
they are unable to walk =(
and humans trample over them
i wana go back to ikea to get my green box to dump my bags in.
grabbed lots of xmas decor! we're gettin a new tree this year!
and this shelf for my printer.
i wanted pink-though i detest it.
bt it suits my room cos its super girly! like flwrs everywher
ther wasnt any more stock. ended up with white
ok,so off we went to giant
apparently, you can change to $1 coins for a trolly with their "TROLLY BOYS"
(that's what they call them on a poster)
but mymy, the uncle's a 60+ 70,
so much for a BOY hur!
all was well until we headed to the poulty section
i wanted knuckles. but mum said "gor nt coming home for dinner, dont need so good food"
so my dinner was a $5.50 honey CHICKEN shared among 3 people, again from giant
ok,so sometimes, i wished i was a guy
it's all favouritism i swear. this year and age- guys reign over girls
and she can so bluntly say to my face "we actually wanted another son, nt daughter"
maybe i'd be just as important as my bro is
i'd get the drumstic instead of the wing
it doesnt matter if i ever have dinner vs bro having dinner
=cos my portion is small(better still cos son can eat my share) vs sumptous, his fav food
on how he doesnt need to touch the laundy, and i'v to do everything
you know what, i'm getting sick of it all. so very!
so while she was pickin her darn fish in giant, i did the disappearing act
made her look for me in circles while i got biscuits cos energy bar's running low
result: getting chided in front of others
i sniggered cos i merely learnt it from her
on a sad note, my newly moved in immediate neighbour's mother died
though the funny thing is i'v never seen them before
i got mortified over the fact that her body was lying in their living room,
(cos they'r muslims)
which is just a wall away frm my house.
hell no, i didnt peek in. i kept my head glued to the ground the whole time
and they had to leave the door open
and the whole corridor was filled with people
super spooky i tell you.
freaked me out damn badly. the smell and all!
somehow, thinking of my own death isnt scary, but thinking of others' just is.Labels: teed of
