name. Germaine Lai gender. FemaLe age. 16 dob. 23 Nov 1993 astrological sign. sagittaRius zodiac. rOosteR buddies. quality is always betteR than quantity ..♥ emails. ggermainee@hotmail.com or ggermainee@yahoo.com Click at y0ur own risK :X
. junk food
. sour candy
. sweet chocolates
. animals
. day & night dreaming
. my fabulous father
. my gorgeous sister
. genuine people
. world peace
. a normal, if not happy, family
. for my mother to be her old self again
. for my sister to be successful all the way through
. for my father not to work so hard and to relax a little
. for myself not to be so pathetic in life
. everything ...
. abusers
. liars
. certain insects
. people who take me for granted
. people who make fun of me
. gossipers
. backstabbers
. betrayers
. rude and uncouth people
. hypocrites
. pretenders
. selfish, greedy & thoughtless people
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Was supposed to rise and shine at about 8am today. But as usual, I hated rising and I hated the shine too.
Naturally, when the alarm rang, my hand immediately reached to press the snooze button as though it's automated.
And, of course, I stayed in my deep slumber until about 10-11am+. lol.
The only difference is, instead of my alarm forcing me to wake up again from my beautiful all-the-food-I-can-eat-without-getting-fat dream, my youngest puppy Wong Choi beat it first. He waltzed into my room, barked and barked until I drowsily sat upright on my bed and when I put my feet down, he eagerly rushed to my side and pawed at my legs excitedly, licking my hands once I bent down to touch him. I than held and cuddled him tight, caressing his fur. ♥
Sometimes, I let Wong sleep with me in my room when nobody is noticing, or try to sneak him in. (shhh... Secret, kays?) otherwise, on those nights when he got caught red-pawed and then banished to sleep back downstairs, once nobody's paying any attention to him, he would never fail to trot up the stairs every morning to look for me and disturb my sleep. ♥
Even if my door happens to be closed, that didn't deter him. He would still remain outside my room, whining loudly and scratching at my door to get inside. Or if the door's only slightly closed, he would nudge it with his cute little nose to see if he could push it open and come inside. Clever rascal, isn't he? ^^
Anyway, soon I went to wash up as usual.
I hesitated when I looked at the flight of stairs leading down. It is always like this everyday. I have developed a phobia of facing my grandmother, wondering if she is gripping any knives behind her back, ready to throw at me once I'm within target, or just a basket load of rotten tomatoes by her side, ready to fling them at me anyway.
Day after day, I slowly healed from the wounds where her knives had hit me, or just cleaned myself up each time a rotten tomato got me. This has disgustingly became a daily routine so much so that I'm actually kind of immune to it already.
But sometimes, the wounds got so deep, it is a little more difficult to heal, and sometimes, when bits and pieces of a rotten tomato got stuck in my hair, ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, it takes a little longer to clean it out too. So, as long I survived, this knife-throwing and rotten tomato-flinging will continue until the day either one of us, or both, dies. I am serious.
While I'm pondering should I force myself to take a step or remain in the safe haven of my room, I caught a glimpse of aunt Ivy coming out from her room, closing her door before briskly walking downstairs and greeting my grandmother.
I than heard my grandmother return her greeting happily and cheerfully.
"sounds like grandma is in a okay mood today," I thought. Worrying less with my doubt eased, I'm going to go and complete some chores, like washing the laundry. I grabbed a basket from my room, proceeded down and greeted my grandma as well.
Unfortunately it seemed that my assumption is woefully wrong.
When grandma saw that I'm about to do the laundry, she quickly whipped out a long, sharp knife from behind her back and aimed it directly at my abdomen. Leaving me to bleed, she distastefully questioned me why I didn't wash the bed sheets and pillow cases as well, even though I WAS just going to do that, but I see no point in arguing and agitating her further. I struggled to pull the knife out, blood dripping along as it slowly slided out from my belly, trying to maintain my wound and the blinding pain, while I hobbled over to yank the stupid sheets off the bed and just stuff the whole damned things in.
Don't worry. I won't die. Grandma can't kill me that fast. There's still tomorrow to contend with. And besides, like I said, it's not the first time nor will it be the last.
After nursing my wound, I carefully double-checked to see if there are any other more jobs I have to accomplish before I get another knife thrown at me again, and with luck, it will probably slice right through my heart or pierce through my face.
I don't care if some of you think that perhaps I am just exaggerating or crap, but this is how I see my grandmother. It's pathetic, I know. And if you think that perhaps my grandmother may not be as bad as I make her out to be, try living with her for a while. If you can tolerate her for at least 3 months, you're god damned blessed.
(sighs) let's drop the topic about her already.
So after I have completed my tasks, I went back upstairs to my room and prepared for my online tuition session with Rach jie. I felt better during the session, because it helped to take my mind off about the wound I got, and I enjoyed chatting with Rach jie very much. Together we joked, laughed and learned throughout the whole lesson from start to finish. And every time she never fails to reassure me that I'll be alright when I finally do sit for my real examinations. She gave me a twinkle of hope, she helped me to regain my shattered confidence little by little, she generously gave me her shoulders to lean on; to cry on, she gave me her listening ears, she gave me her time, efforts, and patience, she gave me her hand to hold on, and she filled a part of me; a gaping hole in my heart and patched it up. Rach jie, thank you so, very much. ♥ I will study hard and do my best. I promise not to disappoint you. <3
Then, like clockwork, it's time for dinner already.
Dad, grandma, aunt Ivy, uncle Eric plus a new addition to the group - my cousin Yani.
Her parents are a little busy, hence I think her dad must have told her to join us to eat out instead.
I had my favorite dish again... Spaghetti, haha.
Soon we're home sweet home.
I than joined Yani and brought my oldest dog Georgie out for a brisk little walk together.
Wong Choi is still too small for walks yet. But I'm in no hurry for him to grow up fast, lol.
And then we're home again.
I bid goodbye and goodnight to my cousin, then put away Georgie's leash and quickly went upstairs to have my bath.
