Constant headaches since Friday. And my mum's getting worried.
It attacked during Econs and my handwriting was by far the worst ever. I couldn't read them.

ZZ: Nazurah makes sure her handwriting is nice. Nice, not only legible.

But today marked a difference.

That being said, I called Mak for comfort right after collecting our belongings. The sound of comfort and I rushed to meet her. She's this little kind soul who's been out helping relatives yet getting trashed at behind her back.

If only there's LJ cut here, I would so use it.
[Okay, let's pretend there's LJ cut.]

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Aunty A pretends to be nice to my mum though speaking ill of her behind her back. Aunty B is nice to everyone and knows what Aunty A is up to. Aunty B just underwent operation and seeked help from Aunty A to look after her 2 very young ill-disciplined kids but Aunty A is too busy working and she insists that Aunty B not ask my mum for help. The problem with Aunty A is that she wants to control the whole family including Aunty B's. The bigger problem is that my grandparents are so in love with her or something because she's richer. Their definition of richer is that they own a car and can bring them around. WTF. (They scolded me for going into JC and praised my cousin, son of Aunty A, for his hardwork though he failed his N Levels. FUCK.) They listen to Aunty A though my dad's the eldest and not listen to my mum. Aunty A loves the authority given to her. Exactly acts like an authoritarian. More like dictatorship. She likes taking care of all issues and hates it when my mum wants to help cos my mum won't listen to her. SHE'S NOT REASONABLE 33% OF THE DECISIONS SHE MAKE. So she decided to brainwash everyone and made my mum look bad. CHEEBS. My mum tolerates all their nonsense. More of hers and my grandparents'. It didn't concern me until it reached the point when she became totally unreasonable. She didn't allow Aunty B to ask my mum for help to care for the kids and told Aunty B to let my 73year old granddad care for the kids. 4 and 3, respectively, mind you. These are spoilt brats. Totally spoilt. What a pea brain right? 73 to chase and run after two kids. My fuck. Even I can't do it without slapping their faces. She insisted my mum not get involved. NO BRAIN. Not even pea, at this point of time. Aunty B really needed help and called my mum secretively and my mum's been travelling to and fro, my late grandma's house to cook for my unmarried uncle, to my grandparents' place to pick naughty daughter and bring her to SGH, then she'd go off to Saint Andrew's nursing to visit her friend so that his wife can let off her woes. Who will listen to her woes? My dad? You gotta be kidding me. He just reached home at 11 from overseas today and straightaway went to work. Of course I know why he's so eager to go back to work. (I'm probably the one who held him back in this family and by now you should know what's happening.) Seriously, who can she turn to? My sister's been returning home super late in response to my mum's reprimand. (She doesn't act like a 21 year old so shut up when I speak ill of her because you know nuts what's happening.) Probably my brother and I are the ones really making her smile by our nonsensical antics. But my brother's so far away and I'm so afraid of disappointing her for this Prelims.
I believe God is giving her the strength...
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My gosh, I really needed to let off what's in my bottle and I should stop crying and feeling so helpless now.

Thank you Desmond for reminding me I have strong feelings for people.

Labels: letdowns

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