flymoniker

Wow so now it's my fault? For not telling my mom about the little surprise you guys planned? A little definition heads-up here, a surprise is a S-E-C-R-E-T. Remember the past surprises? Telling the old folks NEVER worked out. So why should I happily tell my mom 'Hey you're not supposed to know but er, we're having a surprise party on the 6th for Claudia'? Or MAYBE, MAYBE I should just go ahead and tell Claud herself instead! So MAYBE, she won't go on a cruise, and you guys won't get your little hearts broken.

Seriously, a few emails and you guys throw around tantrums like all hell. Then cue the finger pointing emails fly here and there unbound. HELLO??? I didn't even know if you guys knew that she was going on cruise and simply, stupidly felt the need to point it out. And I get the bullshit.

I'm sick and tired of my mom always getting blamed. What, you think she asked Claud to go along because she wanted to sabotage the party? Just because your emails which, oh, i don't know, managed to agree on a DATE for the party and only that concludes it as so fucking important?

And don't come all 'I know my English not that powderful la'. You think what? Singlish doesn't hurt?

And you, how many FUCKING tantrums must you throw before you grow up? Stop whining about your family, you think only yours has baggage? You think out of so many billions kids in the world only YOU love your mom? Jesus Christ I'm the youngest out of us and I don't even get to throw nonsensical, attention-seeking, churlish bitch fits that you do. You think only you can throw kiddy tempers that sling mud on everyone and expect us to pick up the pieces? I'm through with this. You guys can stay Peter Pan for all you want, but I can't stay a fucking Saint.