I suddenly remember my reason for starting this blog.
This is where i share, this is where i turn to for comfort and venting,
And this is where I can say whatever the hell i want,
And that nobody can judge me without my approval and publishing permission. : )
To me, this is like my idea of Heaven on Earth.
At times, i just feel life is unbearable, like now.
To be honest, despite the fact that i can actually sleep and awake later than usual, I really, REALLY hate holidays.
Especially when there are still commitments to the academic world,
And when i can't focus my attention fully on my plans for the holiday,
I tend to always feel disrupted and lost, as if i were dangling in midair, and i can't feel my feet.
I currently have no maid now.
On an optimistic note, i have been "promoted" into a somewhat "professional housekeeper". *This is self-proclaimed. Doubt me for all i care. I do not provide cleaning services, mind you. XP*
I've become pretty efficient at sweeping & mopping, washing & ironing clothes, washing & vacuuming cars, and cleaning toilets.
Yes, i agree, i should get a cert for that.
Heck, most housewives without maids should get one too.
On a pessimistic note, my holidays and i have become total enemies.
I dread waking up early in the morning for housework.
I dread having to work with mom and coming home to a pile of clothes to iron, house to sweep, and on a 2 week basis, 3 dogs + 1 cat to bathe.
Isn't my life just interesting??
Well, if its boring you now, simply click on the "x" tab at the extreme right hand corner of this window, and i'm sure i wouldn't be wasting anymore of your life.
Back to the topic, everything is exhausting.
Call me a whining hag, but I really dont think a housewife's job is a good cut out for a rockstar teenager such as myself.
But whose to say we get to decide our ironies??
Thats exactly how reality screws people.
Exhaustion, moodiness and unexplainable tendency to scream at someone.
Haha Yeshh, i am struggling to keep my composure.
Like a ballerina, stiffening and loosening her neck muscles, struggling to perform a complete pirouette without losing her balance.
Hence, the battle of my emotions against daily circumstances.
But what can i do??
I see my mom doing it, and my heart aches.
I see my younger brother lazing around, and a Fat Man bomb ignites in my tummy and Nagasaki goes down.
Why is it that always I have to be the Chinese Cinderella??
The responsible second child and the burden absorber??
When that useless slacker sits around and complains??
Urgghhhh This is worst than physical training. =,=
A message to bloody Indonesian Immigration agents,
"FUCK YOU."
Fuck you and your law,
Your atrocious increase in agent's fees,
Your ridiculous demand that maids be allowed to carry their own passports,
And for your lousy quality of maids whose intentions are to flee their godforsaken country. May you find peace in yourselves as you continue to loot the shit out of Malaysia.
Lastly, I wanna say that,
"Its all for you mom. I'm doing this all for you."
I am tolerating your frustration.
I am tolerating you screaming for no damn reason.
I am tolerating you for expecting me to RE-clean every single shit that he screws up.
Yes, may God dawn upon me a with a stronger faith to continue this efforts for the sake of LOVE.
This is where i share, this is where i turn to for comfort and venting,
And this is where I can say whatever the hell i want,
And that nobody can judge me without my approval and publishing permission. : )
To me, this is like my idea of Heaven on Earth.
At times, i just feel life is unbearable, like now.
To be honest, despite the fact that i can actually sleep and awake later than usual, I really, REALLY hate holidays.
Especially when there are still commitments to the academic world,
And when i can't focus my attention fully on my plans for the holiday,
I tend to always feel disrupted and lost, as if i were dangling in midair, and i can't feel my feet.
I currently have no maid now.
On an optimistic note, i have been "promoted" into a somewhat "professional housekeeper". *This is self-proclaimed. Doubt me for all i care. I do not provide cleaning services, mind you. XP*
I've become pretty efficient at sweeping & mopping, washing & ironing clothes, washing & vacuuming cars, and cleaning toilets.
Yes, i agree, i should get a cert for that.
Heck, most housewives without maids should get one too.
On a pessimistic note, my holidays and i have become total enemies.
I dread waking up early in the morning for housework.
I dread having to work with mom and coming home to a pile of clothes to iron, house to sweep, and on a 2 week basis, 3 dogs + 1 cat to bathe.
Isn't my life just interesting??
Well, if its boring you now, simply click on the "x" tab at the extreme right hand corner of this window, and i'm sure i wouldn't be wasting anymore of your life.
Back to the topic, everything is exhausting.
Call me a whining hag, but I really dont think a housewife's job is a good cut out for a rockstar teenager such as myself.
But whose to say we get to decide our ironies??
Thats exactly how reality screws people.
Exhaustion, moodiness and unexplainable tendency to scream at someone.
Haha Yeshh, i am struggling to keep my composure.
Like a ballerina, stiffening and loosening her neck muscles, struggling to perform a complete pirouette without losing her balance.
Hence, the battle of my emotions against daily circumstances.
But what can i do??
I see my mom doing it, and my heart aches.
I see my younger brother lazing around, and a Fat Man bomb ignites in my tummy and Nagasaki goes down.
Why is it that always I have to be the Chinese Cinderella??
The responsible second child and the burden absorber??
When that useless slacker sits around and complains??
Urgghhhh This is worst than physical training. =,=
A message to bloody Indonesian Immigration agents,
"FUCK YOU."
Fuck you and your law,
Your atrocious increase in agent's fees,
Your ridiculous demand that maids be allowed to carry their own passports,
And for your lousy quality of maids whose intentions are to flee their godforsaken country. May you find peace in yourselves as you continue to loot the shit out of Malaysia.
Lastly, I wanna say that,
"Its all for you mom. I'm doing this all for you."
I am tolerating your frustration.
I am tolerating you screaming for no damn reason.
I am tolerating you for expecting me to RE-clean every single shit that he screws up.
Yes, may God dawn upon me a with a stronger faith to continue this efforts for the sake of LOVE.
Amen.
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