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Butterflies/Flutter
Berserk Day
2:08 PM
May 08, 2007
This morning started out all wrong. I was busy trying to cram my notes into my Rizal-saturated brain for our 2nd exam (2 down 1 to go!) when my mom comes into my room and starts nagging me about cleaning it. With only 30 crucial minutes left to the exam, I was not in the mood for such a talk. She goes on about how she never asks us to do anything, and what little she asks (cleaning up for instance) we don't even do. The night before, I lost several hours of studying as well, coz she insisted I clean up the study room. ME. Why me? I have an exam in the morning. Argh..
Moving on. Quite recently, the little 5-yr old son of our maid moved into our house with his mom, much like Vigile's Jai-jai (or is it Jay-jay?). I never particularly liked kids, but then I find out that this kid has been kicking around our fragile little pinscher. XO Amagad. He kicks the poor dog and laughs all happily about it after. Rawr! I mean, our little dog is so sweet tempered too, once she is familiar with your scent that is, which takes about an hour. She never cries even when you step on her. So when one day, I was studying and suddenly Twinky breaks into a long agonized cry, you know something must be up. And I mean, she was really crying. For a whole solid minute. 0___0 And these days, I catch her limping every now and then. Grrr... If the world weren't a civilized place, and people had no conscience and no morals and what not existed (and today being my berserk day), I probably would have screamed at that kid. (Although I'm not really sure if I can scream as loud as I'd like despite my loud voice.) I mean, talk about cruelty. That kid is too cruelty for such a young age. >_< And his mom doesn't even scold him about it, since she loves him too much. I guess that's what will happen to a kid with a dad who maltreats the mother. He becomes spoiled, being the only person in the world his mom will love and turn to, plus he learns all the violence and cruelty of his dad. Arrgh. He needs discipline! Discipline!
And, well, I was pretty much fuming all morning. I don't remember the other reasons, although some include the horrible exam which asked what DAY (of the week) Rizal was born, and what district Luneta belonged to, and what school was under the Recollect order of priests. As if they even discussed it in class. ~_~ Modern day obscure trivia should not be the basis of grading in a history class. Argh.
And the cd of our web cam is missing. Grr.. How annoying. ~_~
Plus, to top it off, some person was complaining about their allowance, saying it was so small, yada yada, that they have to resort to riding the tricycle sometimes, etc. And so I ask, how much IS their allowance anyway? Turns out that their weekly allowance is a little less than DOUBLE my own weekly allowance. Whaaa~? Did you say small? Do you want me to whack you senseless? 0___o
come fly ~ gen
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