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Today was a good day to start with. But good days normally end with days that suck like HELL. My eldest aunt, aka my mother's eldest sis, called up to say that she has three extra movie tickets. So, my mother, without doing her usual household chores, went down to Orchard, with us. *Yeah, and the MRT passed by Deyi. The netball court is NICE!* The movie was The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. I'd recommend you guys to watch, quite exciting :) So the movie went on for 2 hours. After the movie, we went back to AMK and ate lunch. Then we proceeded to my grandma's house. Which I really avoided. Why? I'm the straightfoward kind, and I'll just blurt out whenever I feel that it wasn't accurate. And I really tried HARD not to talk. After watching HK dramas, I dozed off. When I finally woke, it was already dinnertime. I didn't feel like eating. My mother was so 'automatic' despite I said "no" for the UMPTEENTH time. So I was forced to eat, and I was feeling bloated. Awful feeling, and the worse thing is, they said that it was a pity that the school didn't send us to Sichuan. I replied that the places we went were far from there, and they replied, "Exactly." It's not that I refuse to eat, is that I was feeling rather bloated. No appetite. HOW TO EAT? I just somehow, ate them up. And then, my uncle brought out a few bags. At this point I was feeling really fed-up, but then being minors, we have no freedom of speech. I can't voice them out, so I was feeling even more 'bloated'. Among the bags there was this FILA bag, suitable for camping. I wanted it, but then my godmother, always getting the good things first, I didn't dare to argue with her for it. Unexpectedly, my mother said," Tell your godmother loudly that you want it lah." But by then, I was feeling already very down and little and I didn't want to say anything anymore. For the fear of quarrels. I turned back and continued to drink my soup. While my eyes just welled up with tears. If I showed it, I'll be told off. If I didn't I'd be looking downwards to avoid them seeing my red eyes. I buried my head under a pillow, crying secretly. I know, it's CHILDISH for a 14-year-old to cry, but then I really think that they're going really OVERBOARD. It's just that I never said anything, but it's because I DON'T WANT TO QUARREL. After that, we went home. My sister went to bathe first. After that, I went in, but then I had to wash my shoes first. Then she haven't done her housework. I said that I'll wash my shoes during the weekend, and I did it alright. She complained of me taking too long inside the bathroom. PLEASE, I'm washing my shoes, and I need to bathe. She had been asking me to wash my shoes for the past week already, and when I finally did it, SHE'S COMPLAINING. I know, those darned adults that pass by my blog, please keep your darned FUCKING mouth shut. Keep your thoughts to the back of your head. I know if you adults, some smart-aleck would pass by and say something ADULTISH. Which is just adults' wishful thinking. Till now, whenever she says something, I'll be taking a really deep breath, and give her a mean stare, and get back to my computer. Now I'll answer her question that she'll never know that I'm answering:

Why do you always face the computer and blog about whatever you think, rather than talking to your parents?

IT'S JUST BECAUSE OF ONE VERY SIMPLE FACT: To avoid quarreling with you, and only blogging would let me have my freedom of speech. And... adults SUCKS.