Under the weather, followed by a big fight.

My body decided to give up on me last Saturday. I ended up with a major migraine and nausea. I couldn't eat. I ate merely a few bites of my dinner, a painkiller and water, all of which I promptly threw up along with the vile tasting contents of my stomach. Oh well, let's look at the silver lining in this. At least I'll be losing a little bit of weight. It may not be the best way, but it sure is pretty effective,

I couldn't even play with my baby niece as much as I wouldd have liked. All my body wanted to do was sleep and my brain felt literally as though it was being hacked into pieces. I was tossing and turning, trying to sleep, while at the same time, the pain prevented me from sleeping. At last, I managed to sleep... only to wake up to an argument in the morning with no.4 sister.

I wonder, was I ever as selfish as her? Granted, there were many days when I felt bitter and unappreciated, and probably many many days in my youth when I was unhappy and self-centred. I still feel that way occasionally but most days... when I am not bitching about it, I'd feel pretty okay about myself. No.4 sister was complaining that our parents didn't want her in the house. She claimed that they were always trying to get rid of her or yelling at her to do things (household chores) while they would never yell at sister no.5 when the chores are her duty. She accused the family members of favouritism, of liking no.5 sister better.

That got me pretty irritated. Sister no.5 is generally a nicer person than sister no.4. Also, No.5 has to tolerate the antics of our plenty unreasonable parents (and siblings!) more often than the rest of us. No.4 really had no right to say such things. There she was, accusing others of favortism when she ... herself was VICTIMIZING someone else.

So in my usual blunt way, I told no.4 that well, she wasn't adding value to any of their lives. She was too calculative and did only the bare minimal and when doing even the minimum, she MUST make at least ONE sarcastic comment at the parents or no.5 in the process. That is why she isn't well liked.

Of course, that was a hugely bad decision. No.4 blew up big time after she heard this. Well, I told her that she was slapping herself. ON the one hand she was advising me not to be so sour about having to support the parents when she doesn't do it herself. And not to expect them to appreciate my sacrifices. And on the other hand, she was being sour just because the parents ask her to do some housework? And because of some yelling and measly housework... she is telling me she is unappreciated?? Duh?? Herrow... your double standards very funny-lah. I am sometimes unhappy over a real situation. One that affects my pocket long term and my future and there you are, griping about housework? Poadah! Why don't you just finish the stupid chore and people will stop yelling at you??

Her retort was that well, not all the laundry was hers and so why should she be doing it. And my retort was to list out all the times when she was young that I had to wash and iron her clothes, as well as clean toilets during my breaks from Uni. Why did I do it? because if I didn't, she wouldn't do it either and she knew it and her dirty laundry will pile up and what I didn't say was ... she will end up wearing no.5's uniform because she didn't have any clean ones left! I kept my mouth shut on that one because it will only set her off.

She came back with the retort that she never complained if I forgot, because it wasn't my duty to do her personal chores for her and that her issue with everyone is that they make negative assumptions about her character. And I was like? Herrow, people make assumptions about your character based on YOUR OWN PAST ACTIONS. No.4 is generally a slob who doesn't clean up after herself. I still occasionally have to do her laundry for her in the rare times when I go home. She does have a tendency to mess up the room and toilets and THAT"S the reason why people think she is responsible for messing up the house.

How's about that? A blow by blow account of an argument with a sister. Needless to say, in terms of facts, I won... I always do... and that makes no.4 more defensive and unwilling to listen to me. It was a bad decision overall... but I guess, with the remnants of a headache, I was tired of no.4's whinging and I went for the jugular. I'll admit it, my horrendously bad temper and sharp tongue could have been held back a bit more. I guess I was frustrated at no.4's blanket accusations.

Anyways, I told no.3 about the matter. No.3 agreed with me as well and we spent a good part of the day cheering me up with the cute antics of the baby niece. God, I love the baby. :)