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on Sunday, April 01, 2007,4:37:00 PM
April Fool's
Har-low. Okay, I guess this post is going to be pretty complain-y, mainly because I'm letting loose all of my frustrations where I can. Okay, to start off, you know people go to cemeteries or whatever today, right? Okay, so my sis said she has a lot of homework (she says that every Sunday) and my mom excused her from going to the temple to visit my maternal grandmother.Then today I woke at 6.30 a.m., for some weird reason, and couldn't go back to sleep, so at 6.45 I went downstairs for breakfast. Note: I'd decided not to go too, I mean, if my sis can NOT go, why should I, right? Okay, maybe you think that's unfilial of me, but whatever.So downstairs, my mom started nagging at me (I kind of knew that would happen, but I'd decided to just brave it)and guess what she freaking said when I refused to cave and go. She (she's a Buddhist by the way, and my dad too)said this, "See, after you go to church, you become like that. They're all the same,". I paused with my spoon in my cereal bowl and froze. Goddamnit. And then she went on, clearly unable to stop her freaking mouth, "After you go to church, you ask me to buy you clothes, and then you thank Jesus,". Yeah, go on, digest that.I tell you, I was so fucking angry. I turned my head slowly and said, "Don't you insult my church,". And she was like, "Isn't it true?" or whatever. I can't really remember anymore. And my dad was just sitting at the table, apparently in silent mode. Well of course I had to retaliate, right? I mean, letting people step over me? Not my way. So I fucking went upstairs and changed into outdoor clothes, grabbed my cell, and went downstairs again, slammed my cell on the table and went into the bathroom to see if I looked fine. And she was like, "Look at that. She might as well not go,". Fuck it. And then we drove to the temple, and the moment I stepped in I was like, "Oh God. You made a terrible mistake by caving, Wan Li." The air was fucking smoky and of course I was in for getting my lungs polluted, watching the ozone layer get larger, and getting my eyes stung mercilessly. What kind of April Fool's joke is that? So then I went through all of that, and waited for along time for relatives to arrive. When they did and it was time to offer jos sticks, my aunt offered my three and I was like, "No," and she was like looking at me and my other uncle was like also staring at me with a what?-take-it!-it's-time-to-offer-jos-sticks!-what-are-you-doing? kind of expression. And I was ready to retaliate if they forced me to hold them. But anyway, I didn't hold them in the end, of course. Then we visited my maternal grandmother, and finally, left. And it's supposed to be a funny day. What kind of joke?Then after I came back from church just now, I came up to the study room and guess what? Found my sis using the computer and playing one of the Hanazakarino Kimitachihe songs that was in a folder in my account. Clearly, she'd intruded. When so many months and days and hours ago I'd taken the risk to trust her, and told her about how to listen to songs in my account, but only if I allowed her. Traitor, no? I was so disappointed and angry. And I was screaming at her and she was like, "What?" innocently. The little bitch. And then she was staring at the monitor with a bored expression and said, "When you're done yakking, leave the room," or something like that. And then what? I just turned and left the room and stomped up to our room (yes, we have to share a fucking room). I don't have anything to retaliate with, and I don't know what the hell to do. Clearly this isn't a matter of whether I'm selfish or allowing her to listen to my songs or whatever. It's about respecting my privacy. And I value my privacy to the fullest, I tell ya. What the shit. And it's not a single case. The bitch is just so selfish and self-centered, it's like, she don't fucking care what the hell or who the hell you are, she just gotta have her way and that's the fucking end to the whole damn story. Every time I'm using the Internet, she'll just pick up the phone and diall someone, without a care, and everything'll just bonk out in like, a millisecond? And when I yell up for her to put down the fucking phone, she'll just go on chatting amiably and irritatingly to her stupid friends. Or even when I tell her I'm getting it, she'll just answer the phone anyway. What the fuck? So many times, like, a hundred gazillion times? How many times have I provided ways for her to defend herself when my parents scream at her? Or supported her against my parents? Or friends or whatever? Or helped and defended her when my parents screamed? And there're so many ways I can retaliate, 'cos I've got so much dirt on her. I just wanna say how fucked up my sister is, and I know she reads this blog but guess what? Fuck you, Wan Ying. Go fuck yourself. You little bitch. And now tell me this is all a huge, annoyingly stupid joke.
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