Day 3: My parents
Dear mom,
You are a wonderful mother, very very wonderful. Most of the time you will always do stuff for me and sometimes if I get pissed off I will feel like an asshole afterwards. I appreciate every meal you cook and I think you are wonderful.
I remember the times when somnophobia hit me pretty bad. Every night I would cry before sleeping, and sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night. It's pretty gay but every time I feel scared and I wake you up to comfort me, you never once complained. You would do anything to try to ease my anxious feelings, like put on soft music, make some special soup in the morning for me to drink, hug me to make me feel better and encourage me to never give up on my fight against somnophobia and GAD. Although almost nothing you did work (except hugging), I still appreciate the fact that you try to work so hard to make me better all the time. When I get only 3 hours sleep and complained about being tired, I realise, you were worrying so much about me you didn't even sleep a wink, and you totally didn't complain. You thought me how to think of things in other people's point of view, which also gave me a wonderful skill to emphatise and feel what others are feeling.
Dear mom, you thought me that caring is important and feeling people out is a wonderful skill to ease the pain in people. You have thought me to presevere and complain lesser. You have told me that tears aren't signs of defeat, but only signs of exespration. I'm also suprised that you know what is right and wrong most of the time. For example when I was young, I thought all you know is to side the teachers, while other mothers are busy complaining to the school when my teacher made me stay back till 4 o clock to do spelling corrections. But hey, I really learnt from it and I did pretty well for all the upcoming spellings. I learnt to minimise my crying and whining from you, and that sometimes I cannot only feel that I'm the one right all the time.
Basically, what I'm telling you is that you are a wonderful mom and you have thought me a lot of values which are instilled within me to make me who am I today. Though sometimes you can get pretty unreasonable and think that I hate what you cook whenever I don't feel hungry and only eat dinner at 8, I obviously don't mind anything you cook (other than veggies), and I will eat dinner as long as you cook. You are a wonderful mother and I LOVE YOU MUMMY! *huggs* Aww, I'm like a little kid now. :D

Dear dad,
I'm sorry that I'm being a bastard to you all the time, but hey I'm being a bastard because you treat my mom like your servant. Whenever my mom is cooking all you do is to sit down and watch TV. That aside, you don't bother setting up the table and you wait for your food to be served. I always tell my mom to let you do your own stuff and take the rice from the pot yourself, but I remembered one occasion in which you called mom useless for not taking the rice out of the pot for you to eat. Also, you don't show respect to her and complain that the food she cooked is too salty, to unhealthy, to common, etc. I mean, what the hell, if you are really pissed off with what she cooks, start being automatic and cook your own inedible food instead of complaining all the time and thinking that you are the boss. First, you earn lesser than my mom, showing that you are pretty incapable. That aside, you boss mom around at home and treat her as your maid. That aside, you blame her for many things she didn't do which you caused, for eg, spoiling the computer screen when you used a super wet cloth to wipe the screen, and when it's spoilt, you blame my mom for not teaching me how to protect the screen properly. I don't know about you, but I have a very strong impression that you never know when you are wrong and find any opportunities to blame someone on everything that you cause. You blame mom for disturbing you when you spill the soup on the table and you call her to wipe it up for you while you go watch the TV, and then still tell her to be faster and complain that she's too slow? Why the hell is mom obliged to help you do your own stuff all the time?! What the hell!! You aren't as capable and as smart as my mom, and my mom is more highly educated than you even though back in those times men are given priority to study, which means you are pretty fail. Start showing my mom some respect and help her out since you aren't as capable, instead of complaining all the time which shows that you are an asshole. Even if you are as capable or more, you still better show my mom respect because she isn't there to clean up after you take a shit. I think I'm an asshole for writing all this but ya seriously sometimes I feel like throwing something at you when you don't know right from wrong.
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Happy birthday to Hubert!!!
My birthday is 5 DAYS AWAY ON NEXT MONDAY!! *present-y eyes*
Anyway hubert I think we celebrated pretty well. I ran (literally run) home from the swimming complex just to get you googles and that's pretty a good accomplishment already. Thanks for swimming with me after school, which makes me pretty exhausted now already. :O
Happy birthday!!!
Tired and there's 2 tests tomorrow. I still haven't learnt how to write a proper chinese summary and a good expo conclusion yet, rush everything tomorrow since I'm exhausted. :D
*yawn*