Well, last Sunday it was Mother's Day... My sisters and I got her a pink metal water bottle as she had wanted a metal bottle instead of a plastic one to put in her car. Why? Apparently, the plastic will melt or something fomr the heat of the car and cause breast cancer. So yeah... And it's PINK! Hee hee. We went to eat lunch at Din Tai Fung. I got Famous Amos later and my sister got angry at me because she THOUGHT I didn't offer her any. And when I did, she told me not to shove it in her face. If you want a cookie, then ASK for it. Sheesh. Later that night I went out with my Mum to buy grocceries and breakfast. My mum was looking at Cedele and she told me to get the Chicken pies for my sisters. And there were only two left so I took a chocolate muffin for myself.

In the morning, I was eating my chocolate muffin and my sister ate the chicken pie. And she was like,"Why didn't you just get me a chocolate muffin?" How would I know she wanted one? Sibling telepathy? I don't think you know me well enough. So I simply said,"How would I know you want a chocolate muffin?" And she started on rattling about how I should know she would want a chocolate muffin. Well, I DON'T. If you want a chocolate muffin, specify.

And because of that, she's been ignoring me for nearly a week. Actually, not really ignoring. More of bitching and muttering away. In the morning, she would walk faster than me on purpose. I did that last time when I was angry at her and I clearly remember her saying,"So it's all just a stupid race isn't it?" And look! She's doing it herself now. Talk about being hypocritical.

Then, on Wednesday, I decided to walk as fast as her to spite her. And she once again, went,"It's all just a stupid race isn't it?" Just that this time, she continued with a,"Fine, go walk ahead! Walk faster!" So I turned back to shout something at her, and guess what, her hand connected with my cheek. My first reaction of course was to hit her back. I wish I'd stepped on her toes first. But then, she turned me back and while saying,"Walk faster then! Walk faster!" And then kicked me. If only the handle of the plastic bag containing my newspaper hadn't broken. I attempted to throw it at her but bloody hell, the handle broke.

So basically, the next day I left without her since she always takes a hell of a long time to get ready and causes us to be late. And I also cleverly decided to listen to my Ipod. Because knowing her, I knew she would start bitching again once she saw me. True enough, she did, but I did turn my music up a little louder. I only heard like,"I know you can hear me." And the word "car" a few times. In the car, whenever I reached into my pocket and accidentally(or maybe purposely), she would wipe her hand with her jacket. I find that quite pointless because I assume that she IS going to wear that jacket again. I had wanted to slam the door on her when I got out. It's a pity my neighbours were still in the car.

Actually, I'm kind of enjoying not talking to her. Gives me more freedom. And it's really fun to spite her. I haven't told me mum what she's done. I wonder what's holding me back...