I think I can win the throne of being the worst daughter on Earth this weekend.

I came back yesterday night and my momma nagged at me regarding partying till late on Wednesday! I wasn’t agreeable to what she said, even though Iknew she meant well. For that, I made her angry. Daddy was mad at me too. For the same reasons.

This noon, I tried to persuade my momma to bring me out shopping I was dying to get this pair of Crocs shoes from Jusco Bukit Indah Shopping Mall, because I was told there was only one last pair of the size I want. Then she actually told me she went to the mall on Tuesday with Daddy but they didn’t get it because she didn’t know what I wanted. I went fuming mad because like I said, there’s only this one and only pair that can fit me. And I said some nasty stuffs. For that, I made her angry for the second time, in two days, less than 24hours. (I’m sorry, I know I’m in the wrong, and I’m totally glad my parents’ didn’t buy that pair of green pumps which is the only colour available for my size as the colour didn’t fit my feet at all.)

My (SUPER LOVELY) parents brought me to the mall to get my Crocs. I ended up choosing another pair of pumps because as mentioned above, the green colour available didn’t go well with my skin at all! Was damn gleeful I got it because I think its super comfy! :] Spent 139bucks on that pair of Crocs. We walked around for awhileee, and wow it was almost 1030pm without us even realising, the shops were ending their business for the day!

Here comes it. I was arguing with my momma (AGAIN! yes again! I dont seem to learn my lesson huh) regarding the size of the scoops of ice-cream which we wanted to get. Then again, BASKIN31ROBINS have got stupid and weird servings of their ice cream. Two different kinds of scoops, junior for a smaller one and regular for bigger scoops. Why must they make their life so difficult? So I was trying to explain to my momma which deal was a better one and she kind of don’t get it, because stupid baskin31robins have got plain ice-cream, and have got something else on their menu to allow people to create their own ’sundae’ by adding toppings, but with junior scoop ice-cream only. The thing was, I continued to explain to her after we got the sundae one because of the price and my tone was loud and bad and it made her MAD again. For the third time, in 24hours. Damnnnnnn.

I learnt my lesson.

I feel disgusted with myself.

I know my parents love me. I know they always want the best for me.

I want the best for them too. But sometimes before they even see the best intentions, I make them lose hope in seeing the sensible me.

:’(

I hope it'll be a better day tomorrow.

I hope it'll be a better day tomorrow.