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we went home reluctantly. i had to whine to stay out a little longer. i guess after being with me for more 17 years of mylife, she's learnt to ignore my whining. dammit. this aint fair! she wanted to go home. i didnt. home didnt feel like home. it was more like a house. nothing can beat my home back home in singapore.
we reached home after a slow walk of which i had to drag my feet back. it was so hard. HAHA. she looked at us as we entered the house. she looked as us just as a vulture would look at its kill before it flew down to grab it. i felt small. we hurried along to our rooms. i didnt want to face her. it was hard. that's why i rather stay out.
charmaine went to bath. i had to wait out for her. she took the opportunity to talk to me. it was always the same. she usually waits when one of us was alone and then she'll act. she came into the room and gave the excuse that she wanted me to fill up the bottles before night fall. i went out with out bottles . the kitchen. i hate that place. if it wasnt her doing the lectures it was someone else. and everything is usually held in that one place, the kitchen.
i felt like i was being interrogated by her. she asked me if we had ENOUGH to eat. i replied yeah we did. heck! i really felt like telling her that i enjoyed my lunch to bits if she didnt had to ruin whatever was digesting at the moment. my stomach swelled.
she lectured us this morning on not having told her the day before that we were going out to eat instead. we'll fine it was my fault. i hadnt expected that making lunches needed PLANNING or so as she calls it. this is how she plans.
saturday lunch: fridays last night dinner left overs and of which the dinner on that day becomes sunday's lunch. she claimed to have kept a lot for us. well yeah thanks but you didnt tell us you had kept for us.
we thought it was the usual. noodles if not spagetti on a sunday afternoon. since when did you ever had any left overs from saturday night to have it the next day as lunch? every sunday, it was just noodles if not spagetti never last night's food.
i couldnt have assumed wrongly. i just couldnt but i guess i did.
her last statement to end off her lecture in the morning was that we needed to communicate more with her. like when we wanted to eat leftovers for lunch the next day and when we didnt. well, if it was easy to communicate with her, we would have. just that. we both left so distance away from her. she treats us like kids. gosh! what happened to our freedom to eat out.
on days i dont pack for school. she blames me for wasting her bread. that she had to buy extra for us only to have left overs because i didnt pack. and i only didnt pack what? four slices. it's just a mere four slices need you get so fussed over? i'll help you eat up my share since you complain so much. i had those four slices the next day for breakfast.
i got fed up with sandwiches. it was driving me nuts. i gave my friends to eat my share. chris had a bite of it and immediately, he spew them out sticking out his tongue in disgust. he claimed it was plain with nothing inside. we'll i did i explained to him. i had a leaf of a lettuce, two slices of tomato and two thin slices of ham. he said it tasted disgusting and pity me for getting such lousy lunch from her. i told him i made them. his jaws nearly dropped again. HAHA.
oh wells. i like today. i wont let her spoil my day.
i did this! i love it so much! MR SMILEY youre my sunshine!
my hottest babe! I LOVE HER TO BITS.