While I have not updated the blog, I have been away to Malaysia for five days to celebrate the new year with my families. You know, the ones you hardly know yet feel obligated to laugh along with? You got it.
It would be a shame to say the 70-something countdown dedicated to the five days was a waste but it wasn't--not really. It went by real quickly though. Damn good days, where you be rushing to? Zero responsibilities.. Well, maybe except for the couple (okay, more) of arguments I got into with my father, brother and sister... I'm a brat but at least I'm a sensitive little nut unlike you bigoted, gender biased little shit who STILL believes that women are less than superior as compared to men. We wash your feet while you file away the solid, lifeless, 'important' golden parchment while it shits on us all. I didn't lie, dad, when I said I would get upset. Eh maybe I shouldn't have called my father 'shit'.
But while that's said, it was a pleasure to lay away reality for a bit and engage myself among strangers with pretense. I learn from these occasions, really. I didn't feel needed or wanted, I didn't feel like I had fitted in even, and that was all when I repeated Coco Chanel's words a dozen times over and then I feel better. It's drug for the primadonna sweetheart. I don't need attention, you can save it for your wet pillow.
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