Home Is Where the Heart Is

It's been 84 years...and I can still smell the fresh paint... Haha..it's been a while.. Good to be back.

A few weeks ago I was super excited about Christmas..well I still am.. But Mom and Dad are bitching about us, yet again...everynight. They talk about how we're such pains in their asses and how we just embarrass them to their family and friends. Dad literally wants to kick us out of the house so we'd learn how to live independently. Actually, they're not talking about all of us. They're talking about my forever rebellious sister (now whoever thought I was a frikking rebel?!). I understand them. Most of the times, she really can be a bitch. Just last night, the typhoon was really bad and Mom asked her to go home and her answer was "BAKET?!" Urgh. Like heller?! Obviously, Mom was just concerned, didn't want her to drive alone in the middle of the storm and a reply like that would just make you hit the ceiling. Or at times, when she'd prefer to go out with her friends when it's family night (there's really no official family night, but it's an understanding) with the car eventhough she's perfectly aware we're trying to save on gas. But on a few occasions, she's okay.

I guess I've had my share of that, but maybe not to the point when Dad wants to slap me..well maybe Mom does. Just now, she left for work really mad about everything..as usual. Gawwd, I really don't understand why they're like that! She makes such a big deal about me exceeding my Globe Plan. Before, I paid her everytime but then my sisters never did. So why would I? It's frikking unfair. Now that I don't have any savings, (thank you very much for my weekly allowance that never comes), I have to pay my excess. With what?! I literally have twenty bucks in my wallet. Okay, I just went to the bazaar during the weekend (as if...they never take us shopping..I do my own shopping with my own money). Besides, I pay for the frikking toll!!! That's what..P200-300 a week. Now what's left with my allowance? Let's see...P200 a week?! And they still expect me to have savings?! P200 is good for a day, 2 days max..and I go to school 5 days a week! They've gone totally insane.

Where was I? Oh yeah.. Last Friday, I told my Mom that I'm gonna be out late because my blockmates and I are going out since it's Patty's birthday. She said okay. I asked if we could use the car, which we can't. She asked for me to look for a way home, but at first, I didn't have one. So the plan was that my brother's picking me up in Glorietta at 8 (8! Right after dinner!). But turns out, my friend could bring me home. My phone's battery has run out so I used my friend's phone to let them know I have a way home already. She brought me home at 1230am. The next morning, my Mom was asking my why the fuck I wasn't home by 1am (of course she never used the F word..I'm just mad). I WAS HOME BY 1230!! Urgh! I mean, what does she expect?! I was lucky my friend wanted to bring me home! I mean, it's those little things and a lot of other things that tick me off! For example: cooking. I never liked cooking. I just eat. Everytime Mom cooks, she gets really frustrated that we never cook with her. First and foremost, ever since I was little, she never asked us to cook. Secondly, she never taught us to cook!!! Well now, my 2 sisters regularly cook. I just choose not to. So I really hate it when she whines that we don't cook!!! And when we do, she'd complain why we never do what she taught us to do. Is she nuts or is she nuts?! Arghhh... But to set the records straight. I CAN COOK. I just cooked for my brother's party and it was good...it was REALLY good.

My parents think I'm the high maintenance child (not really, but compared to my siblings, I am) I know this though I'm not proud to be one. Maybe I just can't help it. What can I say? I hate commuting, I hate going to central market. I go to the gym, I have my haircuts. We all have our issues. One's "The Rebel Without a Cause", the other's "The Dumb Physicist", I'm "The Bum Spender" and the last one's...jeez..I dunno..does she have issues? Maybe she's "The Dummy". Maybe they're happy with her since they're totally in control. But the thing is, I'm happy 80% of the time when I'm just with my siblings. But when we're with our parents..it's like.. 80% chaos. The 20% fun is when we go out to watch movies, when we're really not talking. I mean even on vacations! They just can't help but complain about us. Welcome to the Dark Side.