Tuesday, June 27, 2006
this is the rant that never ends... cos it goes on and on my friend...
Petty issues make a whiner out of me. Younger siblings make a bellyacher out of me. My sister is all of twelve years, has stepped through the door of puberty, and is trying to transcend my patience. Not that she needs any luck; it's her forte. I blame her fresh still-a-girl-far-from-being-a-woman hormones, making her seemingly matured yet undoubtedly irritatingly childish. It's not the innate kind of childishness, i mean c'mon she's twelve going on thirteen already; it's a trait that she adopts. Mannerism, whatever.
And it's a perfect clash with my i'm-your-big-sister-dammit hormones. I'm a kakak, please. I don't do as i damn please so you better don't give me any of your pre-teen nonsense.
Okay actually i just wanted her to keep her mirror and hairbrush. Yeah, that's all. I'd just cleaned the house single-handedly y'see, spick and span, and here comes miss princess laying her mirror and hairbrush all over the place. Annoying, okay. And she hasn't even started on her homework. And when my mom returns home from work and sees the mess, the unsightly sight won't do justice to my featherdusting and vacuuming and keeping everything in place. Buat penat je kemas rumah.
And this happens every single day. Except, from next week onwards, my subjects/objects of annoyance will be school-based. I'm returning to campus for my second-last semester! Note that the exclamation mark does not denote excitement or any other synonymous optimistic feelings. It's a punctuation-replacement of the more vocal "damn" and every other four-lettered words, offensive or otherwise.
Back to the princess. I gave her a parting shot, very kakakly, and stomped off into my room. I was on the verge of... whining, and almost called the mother at her workplace but the idea of me complaining and complaining and complaing is so repulsive, i decided to blog it out instead. Whining is disgusting, blogging is cool. And true to what i believe, writing IS therapeutic! (= Or blogging. Really, really.
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fara // 16:37
this is the rant that never ends... cos it goes on and on my friend...
Petty issues make a whiner out of me. Younger siblings make a bellyacher out of me. My sister is all of twelve years, has stepped through the door of puberty, and is trying to transcend my patience. Not that she needs any luck; it's her forte. I blame her fresh still-a-girl-far-from-being-a-woman hormones, making her seemingly matured yet undoubtedly irritatingly childish. It's not the innate kind of childishness, i mean c'mon she's twelve going on thirteen already; it's a trait that she adopts. Mannerism, whatever.
And it's a perfect clash with my i'm-your-big-sister-dammit hormones. I'm a kakak, please. I don't do as i damn please so you better don't give me any of your pre-teen nonsense.
Okay actually i just wanted her to keep her mirror and hairbrush. Yeah, that's all. I'd just cleaned the house single-handedly y'see, spick and span, and here comes miss princess laying her mirror and hairbrush all over the place. Annoying, okay. And she hasn't even started on her homework. And when my mom returns home from work and sees the mess, the unsightly sight won't do justice to my featherdusting and vacuuming and keeping everything in place. Buat penat je kemas rumah.
And this happens every single day. Except, from next week onwards, my subjects/objects of annoyance will be school-based. I'm returning to campus for my second-last semester! Note that the exclamation mark does not denote excitement or any other synonymous optimistic feelings. It's a punctuation-replacement of the more vocal "damn" and every other four-lettered words, offensive or otherwise.
Back to the princess. I gave her a parting shot, very kakakly, and stomped off into my room. I was on the verge of... whining, and almost called the mother at her workplace but the idea of me complaining and complaining and complaing is so repulsive, i decided to blog it out instead. Whining is disgusting, blogging is cool. And true to what i believe, writing IS therapeutic! (= Or blogging. Really, really.
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fara // 16:37
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