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How come nobody tags anymore? What? You guys don't like My Slyy layout? Or is it the orange?

Or maybe it's my comment box thingie. The link's a little bit wonky. Or is it my blog? Or the html.. I have no idea! [looks at Vanessa-.

Today's been a really funny day. Everybody's out to pick a fight with me. Especially my own mother, my own flesh and blood..

What's the world coming to?

Anyways! Last night, Momma was like, "Let's go jogging tomorrow morning!" And we all cheered. About time she went out and exercised. I mean, Look at her!!

And the next day: zzsnorezz. Me, at least(:

The rest did went out and exercised (err.. i think? for all i know they could be having breakfast at Long John's). Apparently they couldn't be stuffed about me.

No. Actually.. apparently I was too lazy to get up(: Yeh. That's more like it. Honesty is always the best policy. Unless you're a great liar.... but let's not go to that.

Oh. How can I forget..

I was being a helpful granddaughter that I have (sabotagedly, if there's a word) vowed to be, and was giving Gmum a helping hand with the cooking.... Momma was washing some dishes..

Specifically, I was just helping Gmum stir whatever ingredients she had tossed in(:

Then to my amusement, my healthy but very forgetful beloved grandmother, asked me if she had added salt. I told her, no she hadn't. So she intructed me to add it in. And I did..

Suddenly my mother interrupted mockingly, "And you believed her, Mak?"

I was pretty hurt la, when she said that. "Heyyyy.. you think I would lie about something like salt!?" My voice got high and shrill, for some reason.

My sweet Gmum came to my defence and said that I had been stirring so I should know.

"What I meant was for all you know, Mak, Ela here doesn't know what salt is.."

I was fumiiing, I'm telling you. I was stabbing the ermm, stirrer instead of.. uhh, stirring. Haha. But really, there I was trying to be a decent granddaughter, and my own mother picked on me.

I reminded Momma, it wasn't I who had toast with salt instead of sugar for breakfast. It was.. I don't know who it was. But I was just making a point. Err. Which is, I know what salt is!

She picked on me again later that evening..

I was frying an egg. Mistake number 1, I didn't dry the pan first and I poured oil and turned on the stove and.. I need not tell you what happened next. Just that I almost scalded my arm. Which is already in a bad condition; scratches here and there due to attempts to bath the cats early this morning....

Mistake number 2, I left the egg frying in the pan while I went off to amuse my little gerbil. The next thing I knew, the whole kitchen was filled with smoke.. Bleargh. Awful.

Mistake number 3, I was slow to throw the burnt egg away and Momma saw it and she, well, she laughed. Said I can't even fry a simple chicken egg.

"I can fry an egg. I fry eggs all the time! Just today my head's not working very right. Not enough sleep." Haha right. I have the longest hours of sleep in the family..

Momma pointed out what my egg is totally burnt. Come on. It wasn't like it was burnt beyond recognition. "You can still tell it's an egg what."

"But I bet it won't taste like one." And she laughed. She actually laughed.

Gmum noticed, ever since my father passed away, Momma has changed and been all lazy... she has changed all right. She's crazyy, man!

I once heard her talking to Baby Z.. she was trying to get his attention and failed and she simply went, "Zorro! You suck."

She's been hanging out a little tooo much with her daughters. Yes. Syak, Lina, and me.

What monster have I turned her into?