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Tuesday, May 15, 2007 . 11:17 AM

For Mother's Day, my mom specially requested a bag, one that is similar to NIKE bag that Albert got me. As you guys know, i've been depressed, down and out last week. So i couldn't b bothered to really do anything for my mom, since she doesn't appreciate much watever i do anyway.

I admit im very bitter about all these. When i attended an evangelism course at church on the previous Sat (9am start ok...wah lau faints), the moment they talked about parents etc, i felt this super bitter feeling inside me. My long-time net fren commented that i seemed very bitter, another guy fren commented that i'm so grumpy. I don't wan to agree with them, but i realised yes, im really bitter over my mom.

It was at this crucial period while me being the unfilial,bitter daughter who not wanting to do anything for my mom, Albert came into the picture and well, took over the burden, even tho noone asked him to. I didn't ask him to. He saw a bag that he thinks my mom will like, and got it. It happened to b from Adidas (another sports brand ...Nike no enuff..). So this MOther's day present, just b/w all of u and me, was gotten by Albert. I was generally like dragged around to look as if i got the bag. He even went to get a wrapping paper or was it a box to package the bag. Ah i mean he's good at all the packaging, beautifying presents thing lar. But he somehow spoilt the wrapping paper or something so in the end, the bag came with only the adidas paper bag, which i think is gd enuff. He has put in alot of effort.And gez wat was the gf doing? Smsing him telling him to forget about the wrapping paper lar, do so much for what. She won't appreciate. Well i've been telling him that my mom probably won't appreciate the efforts anyway.

On saturday after the course, i suddenly remembered that my dad's bday (last tues). So i decided to go get a small cake, and all the cakes had Happy Mother's Day theme on them instead. So i decided ah...might as well celebrate both occasions together. You see..if not for me remembering my dad's belated bday, i wouldn't b buying a cake for my mom either.

Anyway that nite, we passed her the bag and whole family came together and had a mini celebration n had the cake. My mom seemed pleased with the bag and cake. In fact, she and my dad even cut the cake together, ok well seperately...but the fact that my mom willing to even share the cake with my dad was not bad. Now u see how bad things can b for me? Pacifying everyone. No wonder sometimes i feel like juz snapping at them to stop being childish. We took a couple of photos, family photos even, unfortunately something screwed up with my camera and i lost the photos. Quite upset about it. Cos we rarely have family photos together. Right. My heart aches thinking about the unfortunate photos.

Anyway, i'm really thankful for the kind of effort that Albert put in to help bring my family together, especially when im so reluctant. I once asked that God would bring someone to help me sometimes carry my burdens alittle when im drained, God has given mi that person. BUT I was just so blinded by my own bitterness over everything that i didn't see, until everything was over. I juz needed a tinge of hope. A hope that i can at least see. I know that trusting in God is a hope, but i juz needed some encouragement, some physical form of hope. I see my mom being happier and appreciated. I feel happier too. Bcos i see that she does appreciate wat i do ( tho strictly speaking, it was albert...not me.)

TO make her happier, i bought her a new hp. ok, i got bought it at half price from my dance instructor. He got it to help him tide thru his difficult period while he dumps his hp at the phone shop to b fixed. So now he doesn't need the phone anymore, except for rainy days he agreed to sell it to me. Was a really gd price for a phone like this. I like the phone.The main thing is the words are HUGE, so that my mom can't complain about not able to see the words,clock, numbers etc.


SGH-z240

I've bluetoothed some of my photos and my rabbit's to her hp. So that she can see mi when i call, u see? Except that i've put my cutest Angel's pic as me, so that she will see my Angel more when i call and be influenced into thinking that my Angel is adorable and she really b even thinking about wanting to throw him away or eating him.

She's so happy now with the hp. She even gave me a new Adidas shirt she got from her previous workplace and asked me to pass it to Albert. Finally some appreciation there. I mean i care more about her appreciation than Albert, and im not even the one putting in the effort.
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