buy me my double fudge chocolate ice-cream, or i shall stick my cute round butt here on the floor and cry myself loud and silly.
okay, i am not that childish and unreasonable, but i am certainly a far cry from being the perfect daughter.
it is no surprise that my parents had truckloads of fun while i was away for three years. they had numerous honeymoons to the other end of earth, and the house was easy on maintenance (pet-free, dust-free, mess-free, daughter-free etc). now that i am back, they are forced to shove the responsibility of being parents down their throats once again. i do not act my age, i am not assuring and therefore, i worry them excessively all the time. sulk, but i seriously do hope that someday soon (and i mean big-time soon), i will be able to set my parents' minds at ease and no longer contribute to their whiting hair and wrinkles. first step: stop being a procrastinating stubborn freakhead.
alright, i confess that i am still feeling slightly bad for being impatient with my mum last night. it is not an easy feat to listen to repetitve advices (some call it nags) and still keep a straight face, but i could have hung in there, turned down my mum's volume in my imaginary world and simply not react. whatever it is, it is over and though i would love to say a big fat sorry, i am just a staunch pridester with my parents. therefore, i shall just take it easy and make a resolution: be more patient with my parents. have i been saying this since i could speak?
well, probably so.
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