Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Eighty-Seven
The first thing I did this morning, after the obligatory butt-scratching and eye-rubbing, was mop the house. I'm not kidding. Well, I am, a little, if you want to be all technical and be an ass about it (and I mean ass in the sweetest of ways). I had just walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa when, lo and behold, me mother suddenly appeared with a mop and bucket.
"Today I'm going to teach you how to mop." She announced it like I had won the lottery, which
of course I had, because I had never mopped the house before. On hindsight, what my mum said was kinda cute, but not at that time. I didn't say a single word the whole time, just looked at her and followed her instructions, but she didn't make anything of it. I guess she understood. I mean, come on! I hadn't even had my breakfast yet!
But I didn't complain, for two reasons (this is a tip, kids, write this down). First: because you shouldn't. Not only is it rude and marks you as a lazy person, it pisses people off. And you don't want to piss my mum off. Second: acceptance of chores marks you as an obedient child, and this will enable you to reap much rewards. People are happy when you do the things they tell you to do, so they're easier and nicer on you. I knew this, which was why I even did the dishes without being told after mopping. You know, bonus points. And now, what am I doing? Sitting in front of the computer, drinking a tall glass of iced milo and eating a delicious plate of eggs with mushrooms and buttered prawns. Technically, Lily's supposed to play before me, but even
she couldn't argue that I deserve it more. See? See?
Just. Rewards. God is Just.
Gosh, Malaysia is coming up veh veh fast. Tomorrow's the deadline that I had set for myself for revamping the playlist. I have to do it tomorrow. I've been looking forward to this day for a long while, but looking back at the songs that I'm going to delete makes me reluctant. I'm going to miss them. I told Sabrina about it, because she regularly updates her songs. Like, really: I'd give her a song one day, and she'd delete it the next. She had no trouble, so I wanted some of that sage wisdom. Her advice?
"DON"T BE AN IDIOT. They're just songs. In fact...delete them all!!!"
"Delete them all?!" WTH??
"Yah!!" She gets excited for no apparent reason. Bloodlust.
"What about the Switchfoot ones?!" I have 32 of their songs. It's a collection full of hard labour.
"Ahh, JUST DELETE!!" (She really yelled. She does that a lot.)
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.- Anatole France
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