Why oh WHY??? - CNY Part I
WHY is it that everytime I wanna do something which i end up doing anyways I 
also end up regretting what I did and wish I could turn back time? WHY is it everytime I tell myself, ok, you can do this but make sure its the last time you do it, I end up wanting to do it AGAIN?? Like how I told myself that the sakuras were gonna be my last tattoo because I am so freaking broke and now I am soooo dying to get two more geckos.
WHY is it that each time I’m rushing to write something down, the fucking pen has to be OUT OF INK??? And WHY when that happens, I can’t seem to find another pen or pencil anywhere else?? And WHY MUST IT HAPPEN WHEN I’M RUSHING OFF SOMEWHERE????
WHY is it when I’m so nice to people, some people can still be so terribly horrid to me?? And it’s even worse when these people don’t even know that they’re actually being very, very HORRID! Which makes things even worse because then, I cannot be angry or upset with that person! WHY must it ALWAYS be like that????
WHY is it that ’some’ people don’t take into consideration how others feel when it comes to privacy? WHY is it that ’some’ people get so over-concerned about someone else’s welfare that they forget about the welfare of those closer to them? And WHY OH WHY must this person be MY FATHER????
WHY must his cousins from China choose to come to this part of the world for Chinese New Year when there are so many other more interesting places to go to? And WHY must they be yucky, disgusting, filthy farmers from the villages of Suntak, Guongzhou where cleanliness is of the LEAST importance to them? And WHY did daddy even offer them a place to stay at OUR house???
Okok, so I’m going a little over-dramatic here but I still cannot understand WHY in the world did daddy even offer these cousins of his a place to stay in our house! If we had an extra room, fine! If we had a maid, fine! If we had extra bathrooms, fine! But we DON’T have the extra room nor do we have the maid and we definitely do NOT have the extra bathroom!!! And because of all these, my parents are giving up their room for these strangers relatives and moving into MINE! Aarrgh!!!!!!
Daddy….don’t you understand the meaning of privacy? Yes, I know these are your cousins and they’re relatives, and we should welcome them with open arms gack! into our home, but I’m a girl. That is MY bedroom you’re moving into and kicking me OUT of….sniff….and everything in that room is personal and private. And for ONE WHOLE FUCKING WEEK???? Some kind of Chinese New Year I’m gonna be having.
And daddy, while you’re busy entertaining your little relatives from China, I’ll be walking around with a smile plastered on my face, pretending to understand what they’re saying when I really don’t, and having to make polite conversation if we can even understand each another in the first place and all just because I wanna make you happy. And all the while they’re here, I’ll be feeling utterly miserable and might even think of suicide at the thought of you and mummy in MY room on MY bed and the only thing I can do to vent out my misery would be to rant and rave about it in this blog! And you wouldn’t even know how miserable I’ll be because you would never, ever be reading this. Hell, you don’t even know what Frienster is!!! WHY must I love you soooo much?????
I could just SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!!!!!!
But…..I won’t. WHY? Because I love my dad and I do not want to give him a hard time. Because it’s only gonna be forever for one week and time will definitely pass (am on my knees and praying hard for time to FLY). Because I can always disinfect my room after the whole thing. Because I might get a BIG, FAT ang-pao (fat chance) for being so ‘understanding’. And most of all, because it’s the New Year!
But daddy, why oh why did you not think about putting them up in a hotel nearby?
