Clearing up in Singapore
Gosh, I am plagued by the most dreaded chore - Clearing up. And I cannot describe how much I hate doing it.
The nightmare of clearing up and packing in UK was finally over, and I thought I can escape from more of that fucking chore once I'm back, only to find myself having to clear up a whole load of stuffs in my room during my miserable break in Sg.
My mood worsened as I was clearing up stuff. Simply no matter how I try to clear up, it still doesn't look that neat, and I have no bloody idea how come I have so much stuffs. And just when I am getting sick of it, Mum had to tell me I still got to clear my luggage. Fuck manz!
Off to the toilet I went after clearing my room, and decided that I might as well clear up the whole load of rubbish in the toilet too. And just in less than 5 minutes, I came out with 2 bags full of rubbish. But there is still this basket in my toilet which pisses me off, simply because it's filled with things that doesn't belong to me, and of course, have no reason to be in my toilet. There's like paint palettes, paintbrushes, white glue, white rope, screws, metal plates and a lamp in it, plus it's filthy...so filthy that I just wanna throw the whole thing away rather than spend time washing it. Grrr!!! I just realised that all the mess in the toilet isn't even created by me!
Honestly, I get really grumpy when I'm back home for several reasons.
1. The area outside my room is worse than a warehouse. So much so for parents asking me to clear up my room, when their mess is far more worse than mine. I bet they must have gotten so sick of putting stuffs into the attic (or maybe the attic is just full of my bro's rubbish since chucking anything that he doesn't like present in his room into the attic is his forte) that they start chucking stuffs along the stairs to the attic, and now that that area is full, they chuck it along the walk way that's leading to my room. That place is so fucking messy now.
2. Dusty room
Thanks to chucking stuffs into the attic for years that dust starts accumulating. And the dust just gets into my room freely till even if Mum mops the floor, my room still feels dusty after a very short while. And my feet never gets dust-free whenever I walk in my room. Even Dad is complaining whenever he comes into my room.
3. Mum's clothes
Doesn't directly affect me, but there's this massive cupboard outside my room, supposedly bought to help neaten the level where my room is, but when you open it, it's filled with Mum's clothes. I have no idea why she still keeps those clothes when she's not even wearing them at all for years, because she thinks she looks old in them. She's practically got like another big wardrobe in her own room which is full of clothes too. It pisses me off whenever I open the cupboard, wanting to put some stuffs in, and then realising that there isn't any space because of her clothes, and guess what, she still keeps those clothes she wore when I was in Primary 1. That's like what? Clothes from 18 years ago?! If I was given the freedom to do what I want, the first thing I'll do is to throw all her clothes in that cupboard away.
4. Messy study room
It's supposed to be a study room cum TV room, basically the room where I'll watch TV since I can't be bothered to go to my parent's room to do so. But now it's like a painter's room with paper all over the place, and painting tools everywhere. So messy that u won't even wanna walk into it, needless to say watch TV. And I dread my brother for that. I cannot understand why he has to take up the entire room to do his art, and leaving it so messy. Because of his wonderful creations, now, I'll have to specially go down to my parent's room to watch TV. Wonder what I did to deserve a selfish brother like him who had to make my life inconvenient just because it doesn't affect him for the fucking reason that he's got a TV in his room, and that the study room is next to my room...hence..ONLY I AM AFFECTED BY THE MESS 24/7.
5. Not having my toilet bowl flushed and lights not switched off
Thanks to my brother again. I hate it whenever he uses my toilet, because he doesn't flush after peeing, and because if it stinks, it's MY toilet, hence he doesn't bother to pee properly into the bowl. I have the habit of switching off the toilet lights whenever I'm out of the toilet, but that idiot doesn't, so sometimes my light's switched on the entire night. And my parents will come nagging at me for not turning it off.
6. Finding various softwares in my computer
I'm not fussy about people using my computer, but after so many unpleasant incidents, I really wanna lock up my computer whenever I am not in Sg. For one, I can't stand people using my computer, then installing whatever software into my computer which I don't need. I often come back, finding random softwares (yes, they belong to my bro) and have to take time to uninstall them. I cannot understand why he has to invade my computer when he's already got 3 in his room.
7. Photos
Mum said I owe her loads of photos, and that did piss me off last night. The photos are in my computer here in Sg, and if she wants to look at them, she can just turn on the comp and find it. But just because she doesn't know how to use the computer, and can't be bothered to learn, I am expected to take the trouble to burn all her photos onto CDs, so that she can take her own sweet time to pick and choose for printing. She nags at me abt it each time I come back, and yes I admit I am super lazy to burn all her photos onto CDs (cos this old comp tt I'm using...the CD burner is spoilt), but since she's so lazy to bother learning to use the computer, then why can't I be lazy too?
8. Chucking stuffs to me
I dread it when my bro goes "Nah...your stuffs..", handing me things which are mine and for some odd reason ended up in his room for dunno how many donkey years. My room is messy enough, and just when I'm hard up for storage space (for fuck sake, can my family please clear the mess in that cupboard outside my room and everything that is on the 3rd floor?!?!?!?!?!?!?!), he comes throwing more stuffs at me, happily shirking responsibility for them.
Argh!
Had enough of the "You don't clear your things..later next week your bf comes and see your place being so messy...then u go embarrass yourself ah". I think I should be the one telling my family to not embarrass themselves with the mess they have created when he comes. My room is neat enough to save me from embarrassment, and so is my toilet IF my brother doesn't attack it.
The nightmare of clearing up and packing in UK was finally over, and I thought I can escape from more of that fucking chore once I'm back, only to find myself having to clear up a whole load of stuffs in my room during my miserable break in Sg.
My mood worsened as I was clearing up stuff. Simply no matter how I try to clear up, it still doesn't look that neat, and I have no bloody idea how come I have so much stuffs. And just when I am getting sick of it, Mum had to tell me I still got to clear my luggage. Fuck manz!
Off to the toilet I went after clearing my room, and decided that I might as well clear up the whole load of rubbish in the toilet too. And just in less than 5 minutes, I came out with 2 bags full of rubbish. But there is still this basket in my toilet which pisses me off, simply because it's filled with things that doesn't belong to me, and of course, have no reason to be in my toilet. There's like paint palettes, paintbrushes, white glue, white rope, screws, metal plates and a lamp in it, plus it's filthy...so filthy that I just wanna throw the whole thing away rather than spend time washing it. Grrr!!! I just realised that all the mess in the toilet isn't even created by me!
Honestly, I get really grumpy when I'm back home for several reasons.
1. The area outside my room is worse than a warehouse. So much so for parents asking me to clear up my room, when their mess is far more worse than mine. I bet they must have gotten so sick of putting stuffs into the attic (or maybe the attic is just full of my bro's rubbish since chucking anything that he doesn't like present in his room into the attic is his forte) that they start chucking stuffs along the stairs to the attic, and now that that area is full, they chuck it along the walk way that's leading to my room. That place is so fucking messy now.
2. Dusty room
Thanks to chucking stuffs into the attic for years that dust starts accumulating. And the dust just gets into my room freely till even if Mum mops the floor, my room still feels dusty after a very short while. And my feet never gets dust-free whenever I walk in my room. Even Dad is complaining whenever he comes into my room.
3. Mum's clothes
Doesn't directly affect me, but there's this massive cupboard outside my room, supposedly bought to help neaten the level where my room is, but when you open it, it's filled with Mum's clothes. I have no idea why she still keeps those clothes when she's not even wearing them at all for years, because she thinks she looks old in them. She's practically got like another big wardrobe in her own room which is full of clothes too. It pisses me off whenever I open the cupboard, wanting to put some stuffs in, and then realising that there isn't any space because of her clothes, and guess what, she still keeps those clothes she wore when I was in Primary 1. That's like what? Clothes from 18 years ago?! If I was given the freedom to do what I want, the first thing I'll do is to throw all her clothes in that cupboard away.
4. Messy study room
It's supposed to be a study room cum TV room, basically the room where I'll watch TV since I can't be bothered to go to my parent's room to do so. But now it's like a painter's room with paper all over the place, and painting tools everywhere. So messy that u won't even wanna walk into it, needless to say watch TV. And I dread my brother for that. I cannot understand why he has to take up the entire room to do his art, and leaving it so messy. Because of his wonderful creations, now, I'll have to specially go down to my parent's room to watch TV. Wonder what I did to deserve a selfish brother like him who had to make my life inconvenient just because it doesn't affect him for the fucking reason that he's got a TV in his room, and that the study room is next to my room...hence..ONLY I AM AFFECTED BY THE MESS 24/7.
5. Not having my toilet bowl flushed and lights not switched off
Thanks to my brother again. I hate it whenever he uses my toilet, because he doesn't flush after peeing, and because if it stinks, it's MY toilet, hence he doesn't bother to pee properly into the bowl. I have the habit of switching off the toilet lights whenever I'm out of the toilet, but that idiot doesn't, so sometimes my light's switched on the entire night. And my parents will come nagging at me for not turning it off.
6. Finding various softwares in my computer
I'm not fussy about people using my computer, but after so many unpleasant incidents, I really wanna lock up my computer whenever I am not in Sg. For one, I can't stand people using my computer, then installing whatever software into my computer which I don't need. I often come back, finding random softwares (yes, they belong to my bro) and have to take time to uninstall them. I cannot understand why he has to invade my computer when he's already got 3 in his room.
7. Photos
Mum said I owe her loads of photos, and that did piss me off last night. The photos are in my computer here in Sg, and if she wants to look at them, she can just turn on the comp and find it. But just because she doesn't know how to use the computer, and can't be bothered to learn, I am expected to take the trouble to burn all her photos onto CDs, so that she can take her own sweet time to pick and choose for printing. She nags at me abt it each time I come back, and yes I admit I am super lazy to burn all her photos onto CDs (cos this old comp tt I'm using...the CD burner is spoilt), but since she's so lazy to bother learning to use the computer, then why can't I be lazy too?
8. Chucking stuffs to me
I dread it when my bro goes "Nah...your stuffs..", handing me things which are mine and for some odd reason ended up in his room for dunno how many donkey years. My room is messy enough, and just when I'm hard up for storage space (for fuck sake, can my family please clear the mess in that cupboard outside my room and everything that is on the 3rd floor?!?!?!?!?!?!?!), he comes throwing more stuffs at me, happily shirking responsibility for them.
Argh!
Had enough of the "You don't clear your things..later next week your bf comes and see your place being so messy...then u go embarrass yourself ah". I think I should be the one telling my family to not embarrass themselves with the mess they have created when he comes. My room is neat enough to save me from embarrassment, and so is my toilet IF my brother doesn't attack it.
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