Sunday, 27 July 2008.

Craps.
Just cried.
Cause by my brother.
Now I really need someone to hear my rantings.
My idiotic rantings.
I don't know why,
but I want to make it real personal.
I don't feel like telling anyone what I really want to say.
There are quite a few contacts online right now,
but they are not the ones whom I really want to approach.
)':
So,
this is what happened:
Morning,
woke up.
tired.
Washed up.
Helped my mother to fry eggs.
Now,
I'm an expert in it.
But,
I'm not happy.
Still feel quite shaggyyyy.
Anyway,
my brother woke up,
I call him to go wash up first.
He hit my hand and went off to wash up.
We ate and then I rested my legs on the chairs.
Because my legs have alot of hair on it,
my brother called me "Hairy legs".
Of course,
I as damn pissed off but I didn't care at first.
But,
he continued humilating me.
Of course,
that was when I really couldn't take it.
I shouted : "FxCK OFF la! Insulter!"
After which,
my mother came out with a cane in her hands.
She caned my neck,
and then,
I glared at her and cried in the toilet...
She still said :" If you didn't call him to wash up at first, then none of these will happened...."
So what?
It's my fault that I called him to wash up la?!
My fault la?
My fault that he insulted me la?
WTF la!
It's not my fault okay?!
It's his fault for insulting me!
I'm just being nice to call him to wash up leh!
WTF.
Yahyah.
Everything's my fault la!
Everything my fault la!
Can't she just realise that I'm trying to control my stress?
Can't she figure out that I have alot of project to do and have no extra time to care for all these fights?
& can't she just realise that I'm trying my ultra best to achieve superb results to make her proud?
So,
that she will be saying :"My daughter achieved good results, I'm proud of her," instead of saying :"My daughter achiveved good results, but she even have the slightest sense to help with all the housework! She just studying for the sake of studying!"
Can't she figure out that I'm trying my best to flatter her?
Don't she even have the slightest idea that I'm trying my best to fork out time to help her in housechores.
& How bias can she get?
At the age of 10,
I have learnt to iron my uniform, wash my shoes, buy my own meals.
But my brother?
What the hell can he do?
At 1pm,
he lingers back home,
when my mother fetching him home to take him for lunch,
throws his uniform at his bed,
waiting practically for someone else to wash it for him.
His shoes?
He would dump it into a pail and then,
don't give a damn about it anymore.

At the age of 11,
I'm P5.
I have alot of extra things to do to prepare for my PSLE.
That period is so stressful.
But I have extra burden of washing up my shoes, ironing my uniform, buying my own lunch,helping my brother to wash his shoes, helping my brotehr to iron his uniform,helping my brother to buy his lunch.
& he does NOTHING but sitting on thr sofa,
watching television,
with my mother forcing him to do his homework before watching television.

At the age of 12,
I'm P6.
I have to prepare for PSLE.
But ,
I need to learn how to cook, vacuum the floor, mopping the floor(although I seldom do it).
These are stupid enough.
But I still have to iron my uniform,iron my brother's uniform,wash my shoes,wash my brother's shoes.
No buying of lunch anymore.
My mother prepares them.
During the 2nd semester,
I seldom do that.
But I still do a little.
& I don't use the extra time to do stupid things.
I use the time to study for my PSLE.
& I didn't meet my goal.

To my brother,
I'm just a substitude whom he can approach for answers for his maths problem.
I really don't want to care anymore.
I really don't want to.

& someone, please hear my rantings));




;& I dread going home these days
Posted by P.Yuhuiz. on 10:52 am