[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
It's 11.15pm and I finally have the luxury to sit in my chair and rest my aching arms and calves. I look at my sore hands and I can't help but cringe.
These were my self-manicured nails and well-moisturised hands just 2 months ago.
Look at what's become of them: Splitting, peeling, dry and rough. I have an old woman's hands.
Not that I'm being bimbotic about doing chores - it's something I do everyday when I'm in hall; but try 6 times the amount of work in the same time period. It's exhausting, I tell you. Whoever said the more the merrier; the more people, the more help? Total crap.
My mum and I did so much clearing and cleaning; cooking and washing, I have a feeling we're going to suffer from a very bad backache when we wake up tomorrow morning.
Of it all, I hate doing the dishes the most. The sink is so freaking tiny for the crockery and utensils for 6 people. And when you think you're finally done with the washing, the dirty cups and plates just keep coming in because there's always someone who's thirsty or hungry at some point in time. So you're left standing at the sink with hands buried in harsh bubbles, moving in a constant scrubbing motion, and you can only shift your weight from foot to foot to alleviate the pain in your back.
Did I mention that I still have 3 untouched reports?
I'm so tired.
My maid went back to Philippines this morning, leaving us in a bustle - having to adapt to not having domestic help anymore. It's easy to accuse us of being pampered kids with a maid to clean up after us, but when you have 2 working parents who are hardly ever at home and young siblings to watch over, it's not that much of a luxury having a maid at home.
She's been with us since I was two - that makes it almost 20 years of taking care of us and watching us grow up healthily. She's like my surrogate mother, the only person I can whine to when I'm sick and know for sure that I'll be taken care of.
There is this unspoken sense of loss. A certain void that I'm not sure will ever be filled.
For 20 years, she's been there for us without fail. And now, she's not here anymore. It feels all too sudden for the sorrow to sink in... it just makes me wonder, if we've taken her, and what she's done all these years, for granted.
Holding back the emotions, all I'm left with are the memories of the happier times.
[Time of Confession] 11:43 PM 0 Wisecracks for Me
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