i wanted to do a decent post just now but im feeling blardie fucking pissed at the mo. this build up of anger is mainly caused by my stupid/dumb (as in i-talk-softer-than-an-ant kinda dumb) maid and a pissy lil brat called my sister.
you see, since it's the fucking world cup season and im like helplessly drawn to the live matches (what's the point of subscribing to cable when you don't put it to full use right?), we've drawn up a new sleeping places for me n my maid (since my maid usually sleeps in the living room where the tv is). so now she sleeps in my room while i sleep in the living room. which is perfectly fine.
but today my uncle's here to visit. and he's taking my room. so my mom suggested my maid sleep in my sister's room. which my sis absolutely refused cause she claims that i-like-talking-to-ants stinks. which i understand but she fuckin bathed la! and not like you smell fantastic kiddo. and by the time i convinced that brat to let her take the room so i can stay outside to watch tevee, i-love-ants was like flopped in front of the tele (her usual sleeping place) and no matter how i yell she wont wake up (pretty ironic cuz you'd think someone who speaks so softly ought to have good hearing as well yeas?). and if you're not sure of the blardie sleeping position open your mouth and ASK LA dammit. and so my mom decrees that since she wont wake up im not allowed to touch the tele and hence i cant catch that dastardly fucking FRENCH match and that BRAZILIAN match. FARKKKK. i swear this will niggle at me for the longest time. mom suggests that i watch the repeat telecast. but what's the POINT??!! it ain't good if it aint 'live'.
y'know, i know this seems mean but i totally hate my maid. yes yes.. go on. preach about equal rights of foreign workers and all. i mean i do empathise with their situation but honestly, it's the things she does that pisses me right off. like talking so softly in this incomprehensible mix of bahasa and english. and being so stupid she cant even cook properly after more than 2 months with us cooking 3 meals a day. and taking things forgranted and sticking sooooo stupidly to the schedule. sometimes i wonder if she's like wondering in some lil dreamland of hers. c'mon la. 27 years old and still so blur and slow. like wth?? i miss the old maid man. arghhh...