Tuesday, June 20, 2006
ah damn. the little BASTARDS. i know i know...i should be more loving to my sister. I used to be, u know. Hugged her andplayed with her. Until a certain time when I decided I need some love myself first. Ah. those dark days. I won't go back there, i'm fine and well over that. But things between me and that eight-year-old growing at full blast annoying little brat never heals. (nothing in the family heals. not between me and my mom. or my dad.We just leave it behind and bring it up during shouting matches as weapons for tearing the heart apart.)
The point is, that little idiot came home and asked me if i had Hillsong. I sweatdropped like mad. (thanks to stephie&camille=) i have a hillsong CD. and I downloaded loads.) but she won't know tat. I pretended tat she was simply talking shit and I have no idea what she was talking about. But seriously, if there's one thing i'd ever relented on that brat, it's music. I never refuse to share my CDs with her. (classical ones of course) I'd love to take out my Hillsong CD and let her listen to my songs. but i can't.
In this household, everyday is a game. From young I was trained unintentionally to lie on the spot with no sweat, to keep my face straight. I'm equipped with endless creativity and tricks. (But this only applies in family). It's getting better nowadays, but it still applies.
The point is, if she listens to Hillsong, or even play it, I'll be damn screwed.
Damn screwed.
posted @ 3:08 AM
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