Im smoking right now.
Not cigg. smoking, but rather fuming.
Last night, after i came out from my night bath, i saw that there were kitchen utensils left unwashed from dinner.
It is Sam's job to do the dishes.
And when i mean dishes, it refers to everything used to prepare dinner.
So i was cussing and wondering at the same time, whether my brother is mentally-challenged
Or trying to be funny, but failing badly.
Alas, i decided to do the family a service and wash the stuff up
Despite having moisturizer on my hand already fuck
Then tonight, after dinner, Sam and my pop went out to get some groceries.
I was washing away the leftover food from the plates when mom's phone rang.
Picked it up:
pop: eh, can you do the dishes because by the time your brother and me reach home, it'll be very late already.
me: yeah sure, why don't you ask him to wait til his next lifetime, if there's even one for him as a human.
pop: at least help him do abit.
me: (resisting to scream 'fuck; out, literally swallowed my fury) whatever, bye.
Wtf is this?
Wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf
Mind you, they were going to get unimportant stuff like mango sorbet.
From a NTUC outlet not 15 minutes away from my house.
Wtf is this?
I'm not some dishwasher okay.
Fuck.
Big big big big big big fuck.
Back in Sec4, even if i had mountain loads of homework waiting for me, i still do the dishes.
Without any complain.
Well, i'll conserve my fury for later.
When they get home, i'm gonna explode in their faces.
And i'm gonna learn judo or taekwando or whatever do until i attain black belt, blue belt or whatever belt.
So that i can whack the daylights, starlights of whatever lights out of that prick.
Think he play bball big deal.
Pui.
And you know what, if he ever reincarnates, i hope he'll become a dishwasher.
A cheap and lousy one.
So that whenever he breaks down, he'll get kicked.
Hah!
