Friday, May 05, 2006
typhoons

thank goodness the parent called to feedback about our class' contagious talkative syndrome. Honestly I was quite relieved because my cluster's always shushing those other clusters that talk during lessons... Haiz... I don't think kohby was being unreasonable when she scolded us (and yes, she is changing our seating arrangements). It's quite irritating when you are trying to concentrate on what the teacher's trying to say and there's a lot of loud endless chattering all around. In fact jingwei brought earplugs to school today. what a good idea =_=
I'm stressed out by the class seating arrangement plan. Realised that it was a foolish idea of mine to do the seating plan with shev during comp studs. Sometimes I wish i could go back to the good ol' days with 102, when there was much less conflict around. There's lots of conflicts and stuff going around in 202 and it's quite sad because we're probably not very united as a class.
I guess what kohby said was right. Since I actually dared to do the seating plan in front of so many people, I suppose I have to pluck up the courage to face the consequences of my actions.
I'm suffering from my self-inflicted injuries.

I need to blog about a certain individual who happens to irritate me to the point of becoming violent.
This person's too young to understand what i'm writing here (she's five, anyway).
The events that occurred during Chinese New Year reunion still linger, fresh in my mind. And I do remember what happened on Easter Sunday.
It was the most horrible Chinese New Year I've ever experienced. I admit that I didn't quite enjoy your company because I wanted to spend some quality time with the other cousins, especially one of them whom I am very close to. On the other hand, chi new year was the first time I met you again since you were a baby a couple of years ago.
I instructed you not to stray downstairs by yourself because my dog's a bit aggressive towards strangers. I was concerned you'd be afraid of her. When I went downstairs to fetch auntie some water, you strayed right downstairs to see my dog. Even when the dog was fast approaching, you didn't run off even though I was screaming frantically at you to run into my room.
That's when my dog jumped on you. You got a very small scratch but otherwise you weren't hurt at all. And you started screaming and bawling your head off.
A similar experience happened to my cousin four years ago, and although those cousins weren't hurt at all, Mum just walloped me in front of them without giving me a chance to explain myself. She did it because she was too worried about those two cousins of mine.
I was worried it would happen again. I was worried Dad would wallop me. As your elder cousin, I'd feel a sense of guilt for not taking care of you properly, wouldn't I?
You were screaming your head off. I hate little children's screaming. Makes me feel sick.
There were lots of other stuff you did that day, but i'm not going to irritate myself by writing about them. But I can tell you honestly that after that incident, I just broke down and cried myself silly in the toilet.
Easter Sunday. My parents brought you and your bros to church. (by the way your brothers are very nice people)
AND WHAT DID YOU SAY SHORTLY AFTER WE GOT INTO THE CAR?
YOU ASKED IF MY DOG HAD DIED ALREADY.
What kind of abysmally stupid question is that? You don't have the tact to understand that losing a loved one, be it animal or human, is something hard to deal with. It's something people wouldn't talk about in a casual conversation. But you had to bring it up. FOR KEMAMA'S SAKE, MY DOG ISN'T DEAD YET. if you would really like to see my dog dead, you're more than welcome to pay for her cremation fees. Yes. I know you've been telling me you have ten dollars in your piggy bank. Or you could read out her epitaph.
I didn't care what Mum and Dad would think. Right after you asked that question, I turned right at you and snapped, "OF COURSE NOT."
You stole bubblegum from a girl in church. According to mum, you simply reached into the girl's bag, as if it were yours, and took out two wads of bubblegum and ate them.
May I ask if you ever considered putting yourself in the poor girl's shoes? Do you know how upset she was? The bubblegum was bought in the US and Mum had to repay her with three packets of japanese chocolate.
You were so hard to handle when we went out to United Square for lunch later on. At the restaurant, you kept on telling us you had wet tissues until you felt that the whole shop had heard you loud and clear. We told you not to get yourself wet at the fountain but you just had to, didn't you? You whined and pleaded with Mum until she obliged to buy you that expensive balloon. Up to this day, my parents don't ever let me plead with them to buy mp3s or stuff. No means no.
Call me selfish. She's merely a young kid, she wouldn't understand. Oh, val, stop being such a sourplum. Oh val, why can't you be more patient with young kids? Oh val, you must try to be more understanding. Oh val, stop being such an idiot. But that's the truth. You are one heck of a little typhoon. I don't care if mum and dad see this post and ground me or wallop me or something. I've said my piece. I've released that boiling, white-hot anger.
But no matter what, we share the same blood (NOT SISTERS. I'M AN ONLY CHILD). This binds us together as a family. No matter how much you piss me, no matter how well you can incur the wrath of easy-going, slow-to-anger val, no matter how harshly i might've reprimanded you, I want you to know that I'll always love you as an elder cousin, no matter what.
Just try to be a bit nicer, for kemama's sake.