I’m going to slumberland after this entry. Its 3.10pm now and those who know me must be thinking why do I even bother blogging since I’ve already made up my mind to go to slumberland. Might as well go straight right??
Well.. very right indeed. But I’m in a utter shock, disbelief despite being in quite an expected predicament. Before I continue, I want to say God is ever so kind. I was pretty upset when I came back from the kitchen to see monster gone. But alas, she came back. Haha. She’s on hold now. I’ll get back to her after this and then go to bed.
The drama in the kichen unfolds.
1) is there a difference if u put the doggie dry food first or the meat first?
2) Is there such a thing as you must know how to mix properly if not the dog won’t eat his meal?
3) Is there such a thing as u wash the meat bowl first and then you take the doggie tablet and dump it in his food? Why can’t u put the tablet in first and then wash the doggie meat plate?
4) Pepper this up with lots of repeating of make sure your hands are dry when you take the
tablet. Must be systematic so you don’t forget this and that. Must remember to wipe his mouth. And yada yada yada yada. My head could burst.
It doesn’t take a homer simpson to figure out how to feed a dog. And he had to go through step by step agonizing me!. *OUCH*. I knew he was beyond cure when he actually told me how to mix and stir and verbalized that Benji wouldn’t eat if its not stirred properly. Hello…!!! I KNOW MY DOG WELL ALRIGHT. I don’t know what rubbish he’s mumbling about. This is absolutely crazy!
I was so stunned. I just stoned my way back to my room. Little spoilt brat caught me and called me to the room. He was like to feed a dog for a couple of mins he takes 15 mins correct. I gave and appreciating look and clasped my hands together hugged him and went THANK GOD. THANK GOD. So Daniel, I’m normal right. I’m not the only one feeling like that? And he grinned at me after being shocked at my little outburst. And therefore because of that, I summoned up the courage to type this agonizing entry.
Imagine the insanity I have to go through when Mr unreasonably Perfectionist is on duty. I tell you. If I pull my hair at every insanity I would have to endure, I’ll be pleasantly bald now. Take everything upon urself MR unreasonably perfectionist, just don’t come running to me when you get a migraine out of this world or fall flat on the kitchen floor just because you’re giddy or exhausted, cause I’m not going to pity you. I’m going to just stare and say you deserve it coz I told you so.
He’s worse than Bree in desperate housewives. Sometimes he’s too particular in puts all the women in shame. And he dares to say that I don’t do any thing. That’s because nothing I ever do is good enough.
When I wash my clothes, you said don’t spoil the washing machine if I don’t know how to use.
When I sweep, you do a double sweep.
When I wash the plates, you actually check to see if its still oily.
When I iron, he checks the iron to make sure that I’m handling in correctly.
And the list goes on and on and on.
Not once, not twice but every single episode
I’m sick and tired of being treated like a dumb fuck oki. If you think you’re the only capable one then so be it. just leave the fuck out of me and do whatever shit you want to do without dragging me in and labeling me as useless and incompetent.
Even the maid gets a higher regard and respect than me. Fark it. I used to have mix feeling for him. Like hate and love. And love and hate. But mostly hate. But now its different. I don’t feel anything for him at all. Not love. Not head. I just feel numb. I watch a show. And there was this phase wherby the son said I HATE U MOM. And the mom replied… U know the opposite of love is not hate. Its indifference. If u hate me, that means you still have feelings for me and that shows I can still change you. I finally know what feeling. Indifference. That’s how I’m feeling towards him.
