After 4 months of freedom, without any lecturing from my parents for sleeping late and slumbering in my room reading story books, I finally get the boot on the ass yesterday.
Yesterday, my mum found out that I slept at 4 o’clock in the morning the day before. Well, I am certain that I am found guilty for sleeping at that late hour and she started to nag about me sleeping late, waking up late and etc.
How do you feel when your parents nag you? Of course irritated! Like usual, my dark face turned out and kept silence because I cannot believe in myself for keeping my tongue. And the nagging went on and on, saying that I should wake up early, sleeping at this late hour was never even allowed for my elder siblings and etc…
At that moment, I am already feeling awful. How can one suddenly change their slumber routine in just one day? Plus, I was so content with my bloody parasite life that at that moment I refused to listen to my mother.
And all of a sudden, she said “You better start studying your physics and math. The school is going to start soon.”
I was like, WTH? School is starting soon? Want me to study back my physic and mathematic? Hell no! My holiday is 2 more months! How can she suddenly strip away my 2 more months of lifeless, parasitic life?!
I cannot accept the fact that I have to give away my bloody bedroom to my younger sisters and I have to study now. Looks like the parasite life has gotten into me too much. Anyway, like usual, I walked away from confrontation because I am sure if I am in one of it, I will go berserk and end up the one who is crying—sign of weakness which I hated the most.
And today…… (Ok, yesterday is totally my own fault for being slumber for 4 months, I believe that studying is a way for me to get a life. So, for that, I will not accuse my mum for being a tyrant and stripping away my rights as a parasite.)
But for today…… I am awfully angry for the unfairness!!! Judge with what you read here. Am I wrong? Or am I right? Come on, I can take it.
Just now, I was watching CSI New York with my sisters and my mum sleeping on the couch.
The youngest one was doing her KH project and started to hammering things and she mumbled “someone come and help me.”
And here is the questionà when you are watching a show, will you go to your younger sister and ask her what help she needed?
For me, I didn’t and neither does my two other sisters who were slouching on the chair watching the TV.
And then, there was advertisement and I finally looked at her doing her project. And I commented “Hey, you are going to wake Benny up if you keep on heating the hammer next to its cage.” My tone was casual, no harm in it, just saying something to pass the advertisement time.
And so, the frustrated youngest sister shouted back at me and said “I asked for help and nobody help me!” I can pass on that one without any grudge because I know the frustrating feeling of unable to finish the project, the wood sliding away whenever you want to nail it and stuffs like that. But, like usual, I tend to retort whenever anyone shouted at me.
“So? If you need help you come to me lar!”
And then, my mum woke up and said “Go and help her! Why can’t you just help her?”
I sat there stunned. And anger started to sip in.
“She can come and ask for help if she really wants it!”
“Can’t you just help your sister? Go there and help her!”
“Fine! Then come here! Bao, come here and let me help you lar!”
“Can’t you just go to her?!”
“Where in the world that somebody needs help need the help to go to them? If they want help, she should have come to me!”
“Why are you always like this? Others never complain about helping the other ones!”
“Use your common sense! Is there anyone who asks for help and sits at there and wait for it?!” (Oh yeah, except for those who are trap in enemies territory and I have to go and save them, and become a bloody dead heroin. Now, that is totally different!)
“When ever I say that you are wrong, you always assume that you are right! You never listen! That is why we never talk! (Ouch! That hurt…)” (Question here, am I really like that? I think so…)
Before I can say another word, my sisters’ break up the fight and my mum went upstairs.
Now, everyone, whose fault should it, be? Me? The one who didn’t help my sister who sat at there waiting for help to go to her? Or is it my mum who is protecting the poor little child that needs help?
Bloody hell! I went through my bloody primary school years isolated from others, I never asked for any bloody fucking help from anyone when I am doing my bloody project and doing my bloody homework. Because I know that if I asked for help, I will get more confused by those so call solutions by adults that don’t even care whether my limited IQ can catch up or not.
Pardon me, but I think that my mum is being totally unfair for helping the youngest because the youngest was frustrated and the blame falls on me just because I am the one who talked!
UGH! This doesn’t happen once and it happened before! Because the youngest don’t know how to do her math, I was summoned to upstairs to teach her. Well, like usual, my upbringing was ‘Ask them what they don’t understand and ask them to try to solve it first’ and I got scolding just because she went raging and throwing her things. Understanding her frustration is totally different from getting scolded when you offered help! ARGHHHH!!! How can I give pity to someone who let me ended up getting scolding?! That is why I hate anak manja! Bloody manja who always are the right one! ARGHHHH!!! ><
Remember; tell me, my fault or hers? If it is mine, I am willing to look through it and try to swallow up my pride and admit that I am a total jerk ass. Thank you.
