Thursday, July 2, 2009.

I am not some fucking Cinderella.

you can't expect me to not get angry with my younger sister for being so damn rude to my grandmother, and for 'sleeping' on the dining table, not listening to me and for taking up so much damn space, and oh, littering on the floor, where she sleeps.

it is amazing.
i daresay my grandmother has the patience of a saint.
because my patience is thin as a thread when it comes to my younger sister.

and yeah, no surprise here, younger sister and family again.
and yeah, no surprise here too, i fought with her, again.

and guess what?
i got so pissed, at least i was in the right state of my mind, telling myself not to hit her.
so i took the cane took three steps back, and shouted at her,

'don touch me, or i will hit you so badly, you will not be able to walk the next day.'

but the thing is, she being stupid, wailing her head off saying it is my fault was disturbing her sleep when she was supposed to be studying.
wanted to grab my hands and bite, pinch me, and kept screaming in my face.

if you look it at another person side point of view, the scene will look hilarious even.
a teenager backing away with the cane as the defense, and a primary sch kid wailing and screaming her head off, trying to grab the teenager's arms.

but than, my dad stood in, and i had to back off.
i may hit my sister, but no bloody hell am i gonna let him touch her.
if you think i am worse, see my dad.

and yeah, so when i get so darn pissed, with so many homework, and housework to do.
where do all my raging anger go?
house chores.

i take my anger out on the pitiful vacuum and mop.
in return, i get a very clean house.
and it is good. (: cause i won't break anything.
though i broke the vacuum once and few wardrobes.

but other than that. everything lived, cept for the ants, dust and litters.

like i said, i am not some fucking Cinderella.
who hum and sings songs cheerfully and cry in the meadow after being bullied by some evil stepsisters.
and be rescued in a knight with shining amour riding a white horse and a fat fairy god mother who is clumsy enough to lose her wand.
and oh, no such thing as a glamorous ball.

so people, think twice before calling me cinderalla or adam-ralla, or whatever shit kay? (:
i am not so kind like that lady in a fictional story.

sides, happy endings don exist.
only in death, which is heaven, but it does not stop there. not yet.
and yeah. (:

i feel better already! woohooo!

bye people. shall do my history, sch and tuition poa homework, physics and english. (:

== and i dread waking up so early. ughhhh. exhaustion kills.

p.s
bullshit man!

{ 9:32 PM }

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