wow!

Been such a long time since I logged on the internet. Do not blame me, please. All my mother's fault and all those interior designing programmes. *sigh* She wanted to "innovate the house with new ideas" and so I had to stay a long time at my sis for my room was transformed into a boxroom with all the other room's furniture...

Anyway... Two days ago I found out that the mail guy is going out with my boss's daughter. She is the type that everyone envies. Model figure, immaculate nails, stylish clothes, last-style hair... Everything that us other immortals just dream about. So lately, he doesn't even glance at me.

Why me? Why all the luck in the world has abondaned me, whilst my dreams are still vivid and lively?

To make matters worse, my twin sisters have found a new hobby - that to torment and to kill me softly and slowly. I have found out (by chance) that whilst rummaging in my room by incident they found my diary. Jeez, the horror I have to go through every day by being blackmailed if I do not agree with them.

For example. E loves lamb. S so and so, whilst I simply hate the taste of it. Last Sunday, Mum wanted to cook something special before.

Me: Mum, it's been such a long time since you roasted a chicken.

Mum: Oh sweet. You have to wait as E already planned your Sunday menu.

Me: (a bit concerned) What kind of menu?

Mum: Roasted lamb with roast potatoes, peas and stuff...

Me: Oh mum! You know I hate it. Can't you cook it another time when maybe I might be abroad (wishful thinking but all the same) or even out with my friends (which lately I do not have as much)

E: Mum have you read the newspaper later. Some things are simply incredible... Like that article stating that 10% of young ladies lie about their virginity...

Me: (gulbing once, twice, thrice...) Ok mum. Lamb will be fine!

End of chapter