a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
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Thursday, February 12, 2009, 12:10 pm
I am such a procrastinator. I said I'd blog but as it turned out, I didn't. I'm hopeless.Anyway, now that I've gotten over my angst... I shall now proceed to handle the shabby remains of the rest of my life.
Yesterday, I learned something I shouldn't have learned... and surprisingly, I'm not very disturbed. (Believe me, I'm already disturbed.) I should say that I wasn't shocked at all, I was kind of expecting it. The milder details can go up here:
I was supposed to have more brothers/sisters and half-brothers/half-sisters. Thank goodness for no children from that b***h, otherwise the rare mix of stupidity and ugliness would have been preserved in the gene pool. Add to that the fact that I found a jumbo pack of condoms in one of my parent's rooms. Half-opened.
No self-respecting child wants to know that their sire is... sexually active, to put this mildly. To put it in a completely immature way: Yeeucch.
My parents are still in that childish 'I'm not talking to you' stage, communicating solely through me. And yet, everytime he leaves, he leaves a pile of dirty laundry which my mum dutifully washes.
Me (holding up dirty shirt and shorts): What the **** is this!
Mum: Your father's laundry.
Me: Mum! You're not going to wash these, are you!
Mum (defensively): What? I've been doing it all this time, you haven't noticed?
Me: He treats you like dirt, cavorts with that *****, scolds you all the time, and you still do his laundry?! Let him drag it all the way back to KL and do it himself, that *****!
Mum: ... You mean she doesn't do it?
Me (aghast): Noooo... she doesn't even know how to turn the damn thing on. He does all the laundry in the house.
Mum: ... Oh. Never mind. (She takes the dirty laundry and washes it.)
Me: ... You set back feminism twenty years.
Goodness, what a jerk I have the misfortune to know. And no, my problems don't end there. Another cause of concern for me (nothing major, just niggling, I swear) is the lack of a social life. Even my mum has got a guy half her age. The disturbing thing here is not the age, but how my mum can be getting some when me and my perfectly normal sister are not.
Even my best friends back in KL are getting some. (Not counting two who are 'married' to each other.) Leaving me... the abnormality in our group. Not that I'm looking for some. It just doesn't seem normal, doesn't it?
If all else fails, maybe I should try playing for the same side. (Kidding!!!)