12 July 2008

I don't like family gatherings.

I really don't like family gatherings.

Unless said family members are above 13 and below 25 years of age. Any younger or older than that, well I'm sorry. I find it awkward to actually be on the same piece of ground with you. With the exception of one or two well-liked aunts and uncles.

The young cousins.

Many years ago, I actually look forward to their coming over to our house. We play games, we sing songs, we do normal stuff children do. They like to come over, because they want to see us, they want to play with us.

Now, they still come over as often as they did, but no, they don't like coming here to see us anymore. Guess why they like to come over so much.

It is because they will have the chance to play computer games.

Seriously.

It's the only thing they do when they are here.

Well, besides arguing and fighting with each other over the computer.

They are always FIGHTING over who should be playing the computer. When A sat down for only like, two minutes (mommy's time limit : 5 minutes), B will complain that A has already played for ten minutes. When B plopped down in front of the computer, and played for way more than ten minutes, and C complained a bit, B will say that : "It's not even two minutes yet, okay??"

Then later one of them, A or C will cry to their mommy : "I didn't play AT ALL!!"

Definition of AT ALL : More than fifteen minutes. Possibly more.

Yet nobody is cruel enough to ask them to shut up, stop arguing and scoot off.

It's fucking annoying.

Which is the reason why I locked my adjoining bathroom door and bedroom door, and hid under the duvets until ..... much as I like to, I can't very well hide in my bedroom for the whole day, right? So I only came out for dinner, and that was it.

Oh, okay. I will admit that I also took the chance to shoot them a truly disdainful glance. Of course they were sitting in front of the computer with their eyes glued to the surface.

I regret the day we first let them touch the smooth surfaces of the keyboard.

The older cousins.

I don't like the way they always ... scrutinize everything about you.

First thing they say : "Oh!! You are awake!! Ahh. Nail polish!!" "Wah. Your hair so long, it covers your whole face, the school didn't catch meh?"

It's sort of like X-Ray. They notice everything. Oh, wait, no, they don't notice the extra tires and layers of fat OR the new gorgeous abs you have on your body as it is concealed by your clothes. They don't notice that you sprouted a pimple on your forehead. They don't notice that you are having a sore throat.

They just notice stupid, stupid things.

Nail polish, so what?? Hair covering face, so what??

I really don't need anyone's approval, especially not theirs. I don't need to impress people who do not matter. Honestly, so what?? So I'm the bad girl with polished nails and long hair.

Hah. I also hate some certain cousins who always compare my sister and I.

Okay, they don't actually compare ... straightforwardly. Like, they would say my sister's hair is short enough to see her face. So nice. Then they would say my hair is like something something, so long, can't see my face, blah, blah, blah.

Since my sister is such a goody, she sure loves all our cousins and all our cousins probably love her. Good girl with short, short hair (that the school approves of, might I add), short and unpolished nails, and not even ear piercings. Ahhhh.

Even though the cousins don't say everything in a mean way, I still don't like it. Hey. Maybe you don't like polished nails. It doesn't meet your approval. BUT it doesn't mean that other people don't like it. It doesn't mean that other people cannot polish their nails just because you didn't.

Ohhh there are so many things I dislike about cousins coming over.

Although I really love Chinese New Year and all the money I get, I sort of hate it because it means family gatherings. Not nice.

Arrrgh, they were so impolite just now!!

We were having dinner, and my aunt, who just had a baby, started talking about how the baby farts, yes, FARTS, and how disgustingly smelly his farts always are. GROSS. Hello, I was eating, okay?? It sort of made me wanna hurl all the things I ate over the table.

And my mom and dad also chatted along enthusiastically like babies' stinky farts are the most intriguing thing in the world.

When we were young my mom used to tell us how impolite it is if we talk about shit when we are eating.

You tell me, what's the difference between farts and shits? Except that one is a kind of gas, the other a kind of solid. Well, unless it's those watery kinds of shit, then it's a half-solid half-liquid.

Yuck.

I hope you are eating now.

But my description of shits were lousy. Not that I actually want it to be more ... detailed. Aherm.

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Had quite a happy day!!

Heeee. Secret. =P

*attempting to look and sound mysterious but failing miserably*

The only bad thing that happened today was a horrible, truly horrible tummy upset. For the whole afternoon. I could barely walk straight. Don't know what was wrong. Maybe I ate something wrong.

Anyway, I'm quite looking forward to Monday, though I really don't know why.

P.S./ You know?? Someone from CO actually gave up the chance of going to Bali (BALI YOU KNOW!!) because we are having an important competition during the end-of-year-holidays. God. Talk about sacrificing ....

BALI.





Such a gorgeous, gorgeoussss place.

Damn, I still find it hard to believe that the person gave up the chance to go to Bali just because of CO. So good of her. But I hate her for having the chance to go to Bali. *envious look*

(SHUT UP FUCKING COUSINS WILL YOU? SHOUTING AND ARGUING LIKE THIS IS YOUR HOUSE, DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MANNERS? WTF.)