Being a bad daughter like I have always been—I literally yelled at my mother the moment I woke up this morning. All courtesy of my elder sister who is freaking persuasive (now I know how freaking annoying it gets when someone persuades me too much) to ask my younger sister and I to follow her to the water theme park—Sunway Lagoon—with her and the rest of her happy family. Dear sister, why bother ask if you know that it will be like damn awkward for us two to be there with you and your sons and most importantly, how on earth are we going to have fun in the water if we have to keep our manners in front of our brother-in-law. Damn awkward.
So sorry mom, for yelling like that. It was seriously not done purposely. I am already annoyed by the humongous alien creature that grows underneath my right eye that makes it damn horribly swollen. The last thing I need is my mother telling to me follow my elder sister without knowing that it will be extra awkward for my younger sister and I plus, we are definitely going to be like some sort of her maids or something. She will order us around, doing this and that for her sons. Not that we really care because we love our nephews but seriously, do we need to do everything for her on weekends just like how we did on weekdays too?
Back to the matter of the alien creature underneath my eye—its growing bigger! I swear, last night the creature is not this big. It was not even visible but the moment I woke up this morning, I surprised my self. I could hardly open my eyes without feeling uncomfortable with this creature inhabiting underneath my eye. It is slightly painful, like a big giant zit you want to pop so that it will not effect your daily life. Unfortunately, this alien creature is not as easy to pop as a zit. Dad already offered to take me to the clinic—but as always, I said no.
I freaking detest this creature growing on my face right now. I have two classes to attend tomorrow—as if I enjoy attending classes on Monday. However, regardless my unwillingness to attend class, I don't need to bring along a creature to class tomorrow. I mean it, seriously. I don't need to become a class joker with this creature on my ugly face. I don't need to become uglier than I am always.
This is not really a good Sunday. I think I would have to fight for the remote control again if I want to watch the rerun of 2010 Golden Disk Award on MTV later. I am already in a foul mood after last night fighting with my dad over the remote control. I don't need to do that again today, with this creature growing on my face right now. Give me back my precious Sunday.
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