18 September 2008

My parents are quarreling again.

It's a bit upsetting, really.

Our stupid, good-for-nothing maid is so .... *clenches fist and grits teeth* fucking STUPID. She always makes my mum furious. And agitated. She did so many stupid things even though my mum already gave her instructions. She can make stupid mistakes while doing some things she did rightly before.

Say. That day, she almost ruined all our clothes. My mother's many, many dresses, our school uniforms, my father's working clothes .... I don't know how she did it. She sprayed some sort of soap on the clothes. I mean, yeah, she was supposed to. But only a bit.

Let's say ... mix one "cup" of the soap with water, and spray. It was like that. Always. And she had been working here for at least a year or more. But that day, we don't know what got into her mind, she mixed FIVE "cups" of the soap with water and sprayed on the clothes, and thus causing oil-like stains and blots all over our clothes. FIVE whole "cups". It was so concentrated that it made my father itch all over his body, and made my thigh itchy.

It wasn't like it was her first time doing it. And she was only supposed to spray the thing on some certain clothes, not ALL of them. I had to go through a horrible day at school with all those stains on my uniform. It even made me ITCH when I looked at it. Yuck.

And now, my parents are arguing over the maid and my mother's attitude.

I don't know who I agree with ....

My father is right. My mother really keeps scolding the maid (and previous maids, for that matter). And sometimes I totally think it was unnecessary. The thing is, no matter what the maids did, they're always wrong. They take the ingredients out, they're wrong. They didn't take the ingredients out, they're still wrong. My mother will always scold them. If I am a maid, I'll be downright pissed at her. How will you like it if you're always wrong and never right?

It's hard to pass a day without hearing her criticizing and reprimanding the maid.

But then, sometimes I don't think my father understands. It's not like HE was the one doing the cooking, washing and stuff. How will he know what's right and what's wrong?? You see, if your maid is stupid enough to do the soap thing I mentioned above, won't you be angry? What if the stupid maid really did ruin all our clothes?? Any ideas how much her salary will have to be reduced??

Of course, my father didn't really mind, as he has so little clothes. But my mum? My sister? Me?? OK, my sister and I doesn't really have THAT much clothes either but my mum has a lot. And luckily her clothes weren't ruined when the maid sprayed on the soapy thing. Luckily the stains can be washed off.

And during the spraying-the-soap process, my maid also messed up her rooms' floor. It became all oily and slippery with all the soap. What if it's ruined??

Seeeee. It's a tad bit complicating.

True, my mom has a super sharp and sometimes, oh, screw it, almost always, an extremely annoying tongue. Attempt to chat nicely with her and most of the time she'll give you a short, sarcastic retort that crushes your attempts to have a nice, lighthearted conversation.

But to be frank, I don't really know why my father said that my mother's like that (even though she is) when HE himself is like that as well, just a bit different. He just doesn't use his tongue on maids, he uses it on us instead. You can say a truly tiny thing, and it will lead to a long, boring lecture full of scoldings.

He scolds at the tiniest of things. He has a hot temper. He's always frowning and scowling, kind of. He always scolds me when I scowl, when he's exactly the same, only worse, as the scowl is on his face almost all the time. He always scolds me when he detects a bit of rudeness in my tone, my voice. Doesn't he know he's also pretty rude when we ask him things? I ask him things, he mostly replies impatiently, with an angry tone, with a huge frown.

Hah. Like father, like daughter.

That day, he scolds us for putting stuff on the coffee table. But his eyes missed the quite large, in fact, larger than all our stuff, bag of his on the table as well. My sister, frustrated and impatient, just told him, "isn't that your bag on the table?" AHAHAHA.

But really, the maids can really be so idiotic at some times. If it was me, I'd probably scold them too, but not as often as my mum. And our current maid, the one I hate the most, is the stupidest of them all.

First, she likes to laugh, giggle and make some inhuman-like noises. And she's extremely rude. She can still laugh and mumble some nonsense in her weirder-than-the-usual Indonesian language when she's scolded. The previous maids, I was still able to make out what they said. THIS maid, I don't even feel like trying to find out what she's saying.

She asked me a completely stupid question yesterday. I asked her to take out the carton of milk from the fridge when she wakes up this morning, and she asked, "Oh, still have one ah?" (of course, in her queer language). She meant to ask that if there are still milk in the carton.

Hello, stupid. Which normal person puts an empty carton of milk in the fridge?? What does she think I am, mad??!? To put an empty carton of milk into the fridge, and then ask her to take it out and throw it away the next morning?

Maybe she thought that I wanted to freeze the "body" and "carcass" of the milk carton before I actually threw it away, letting it die happy, all frozen. Maybe she thought that I wanted to let the milk carton have a last few pleasant minutes of peace and coolness before it's last breath slipped away.

She's mad, I tell you. Mad beyond belief.

And my sister scolded her that day for not knocking before going into her room. How impolite. You might get a fright if you suddenly see a person in your room. You might get a fright when you suddenly hear the disgusting giggle of hers. Eeeek.

And I never understand a word she she said, so I either say "huh?" or ignore her. I know, rude of me too, but what can I say?? I don't want to say "I don't know what you're talking about" in Malay every time. It's equally rude actually.

*sigh*

I'm not going to rant anymore. It makes me tired.

Now the stupid maid wants to go home, and ... *fingers crossed* I really hope she leaves. GOOD RIDDANCE. We don't need someone like HER in this house. Yes, we need her to help with the chores and stuff, but with that kind of madness ... I'd rather she leave.

ARRGH I HATE HER.

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Anyway. TO THE HAPPIER STUFF.

Actually, there's no happy stuff. PMR is coming, in 25 days. Great. Too great.

Hahaha I feel like laughing. But I can't.

But there is a silver lining in the cloud! Which is .... I can feel a sore throat coming? OK. NOT a silver lining. A black lining. A black cloud. A gray sky. A thunderstorm.

Must be the chocolates. My mother baked some donuts, and two chocolate cakes yesterday. She also made some chocolate cream as the topping for the donuts and cakes.

And I also cooked scrambled eggs today!! =P

I have to start studying. I HAVE to start studying. I have to.

Well .... I'll see how things turn out tomorrow. If I'm too tired, I won't study.

(Typically, I have said that sentence yesterday. And the day before yesterday.)

And I'll probably say that tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Heee. Wish me luck!!! =)