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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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My sister's sick today so my dad asked me to prepare lunch for her. I took out everything from the fridge, put the various curries in a bowl and made them hot. I mixed it with the rice then took a spoon and gave everything to her.

What she says: "That doesn't look appetising at all. You didn't mix it nicely."

What the hell???!!!!!

And she goes on to say: "I always mix nicely for you." When in the world did she EVER make food for me when I was sick? It's either my mum or the maid, but I don't recall her. >:[ I can't believe she had the audacity to say that.

And my dad even supported her. He said I must prepare lunch with my heart. What rubbish! If I didn't use my 'heart', I wouldn't have even bothered.

Ugh. I'm so mad right now.

Younger siblings are such a pain.

Bye.


+ Anita updated @ 11:58 am

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