Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Three
This past week, so far, has been one heck of an eye-opening experience. Through all the hardships and sufferings I had to go through, I realised something. I realised that, deep inside, I'm a strong enough person. Sure, I'm don't handle stress all that brilliantly, and I cope with problems by punching the nearest person, but I
can actually do things that I set my mind to. I AM strong. I AM worth something. I CAN DO IT.
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaah just kidding.
This past week has been something of an interesting experience because, with my parents and sister at work, and my grandmother away at Malaysia, the responsibility of this house and my siblings had fallen promptly onto my lap. And lemme tell you, it is not easy! Especially with the kind of sisters I have. Especially.
The number one problem that I found myself constantly having to face is SECURITY. It's not enough that I ave to take care of the house, I have to take care of three other monkeys to boot (yes, that's right, I typed 'monkeys' instead of 'sisters'; yeah of course I did that on purpose, idiot, how can I mistype that?? If you wanna ask stupid questions, ask smart!)
One sister is always sneaking off to her room, doing God knows what behind locked doors, forcing me to carry the house keys everywhere I go like some zookeeper (same difference). One sisters is always leaving trash behind her wherever she goes (that's right, Nina, I'm talking to YOU, young lady!). And the last is, well, kinda demanding. Last child, what can I say?
I have to check up on them and what they're doing like, every 5 minutes. I'm glancing at Nina as I type. What's she doing behind the bed? Verrrryyy suspicious.
"What are you doing???"
Nina: Huh?
Me: WHere are you doing??
Nina: Uhh, sewing.
Me: Sewing what? (What'd I tell ya? Suspicious or what?!)
Nina: Uh, this. (And she holds up a hairband).
Me: What you sewing that for?
Nina: Well, actually, I wanted to put sequins -
Me: Ah, whatever. Who asked you?
Second. The mess you find in this place: MAN! I clean a room and the moment I leave it happily, what happens? Someone barrages in and tears the whole place apart. Wat up with that, huh, what up with that?!?
And as if all that is not enough (clearly someone is not happy with me and wants me to suffer long and hard), I have to keep the peace in here. Someone's always fighting with the other (ninaandmonacoughcough), while the thiiiird has the radio on very, very, VERY loud. And by very very very loud I mean very very very loud. Seriously.
It's not easy keeping the peace because they consider you, the peacemaker, a nuisance. I mean, what do you think you're doing, butting in and trying to make us quiet? Nuh-uh, no way, sista, not in this lifetime! We fighting, and we gonna keep on fighting till the day we die, and there aint NUTTIN you can do about it!
Hair-tearing and yelling ensues.
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Course, taking care of the house and my sisters isn't all war and terror. Of course we have a good time. Of course we enjoy each other's company. But where's the fun telling in talking about all that?
7:27 PM
