Today was rough. Had huge fight with little sister over nothing, we both went overboard and ended up thrashing each others room. My trashing is on another level, i sprinkled her room with powder and made large tears on her bedsheet. Got to show who is boss.
It started on my part asking for a small favour from her. I wanted her to stack up dried dishes on the shelves while me doing the dish piling in the sink. She was too busy watching tv and snacking, wanting to switch the chores. I got really furious because I wanted the dish to be done before I left for prayer.
So i took the astro card and hid it in my room, thinking of returning if she did her chore. She rebuked by taking my hard drive in the living room. I got more furious and snatched my thing away, and the case splat. My rage was out of control and I smacked her as I cursed. Damn, it was tense.
I couldnt handle it anymore so I prepared myself for the weekly Friday communion. When I returned I found out she hid my hard disk and laptop charger. Not only that she locked the front door and i couldnt get in until i smacked the door really hard and screamed at the top of my lungs.
That was it. Shes so dead now.
I was angry for a reason. Wait, made that three. First, she didnt do the chore, woke up at noon, and took my stuffs. By stuff i mean the things i own, mine. I dont mind sharing stuff but in war times, the property lines have to be made clear.
We had a bicker after, and i ended up trashing her room out of rage. She wanted to talk about property? Come on she took my stuff and I put the astro card back, she didnt even return my stuff and i ended up doing both chores.
And my mom gave me a lecture about attitude. Really mom? Youre the trophy mom now?
At night, everyone but me went to a family gathering. i took the chance and ransacked her room looking for my stuff. I intentionally made a huge mess to serve as warning not to play around with me. When they returned, she was fuuuurious to find out what happened. So she thrashed my room to return my favour. We both ended up cleaning in the middle of the night. But im glad i made her room a lot messier than she did with mine.
Maybe if we can afford a dishwasher this tragedy would not occurred.
Or maybe if we can buy common sense, i would buy a lot for her.
And i need to take a chill pill.
