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Okay, seriously, I want to take a break from my seemingly "professional" style of writing, and try to be indecent just for once when I write this recent post for my blog. First of all, I just want to express how terribly blocked I am, which is especially bad for the article I am supposed to submit days ago. And now I'm stuck with the second paragraph of this article just because I almost forgot what it's like to be a true shopaholic, and that's because I lack exposure in malls lately. That is partly my fault too, because I often prefer to stay at home. Shopping at the same malls can be pretty tiring too, you know. So why am I writing this post now when I'm supposed to be writing that article that will earn me a small amount of money? Take this as a practice for me to refresh my writing skills, so I can type more flawlessly and finally have my peaceful rest without any stress. Yep.
On another note, there's one thing I have been itching to write about for as long as I can remember. I know no one will listen to me, because it's about family. And in where I live at, when it's a problem about your family, it's better to stay silent, especially when the problem is one of the oldest member of your clan. And, well, since I come incognito with this blog, I'm pretty sure nobody knows I wrote about this, except maybe a few other friends, who would actually care to listen to me and tell me I'm right about my ranting for once.
In all honesty, I hate most of my relatives from my father's side. They're a selfish lot who doesn't care about anything but money and convenience. And my dad, well, sometimes I just hate him so much for being too nice to them and simply say "yes" and bows down to everything they say, specifically if he was ordered around by his sisters and brother. And who suffers all the burden and his supposed hard work? My mom. He orders her around with his personal chores such as "do this and do that... bring my mom to her doctor at the province because she wants to... i'll go pick up my mom because there might be a storm, even though there obviously isn't, and i expect you to take care of her... Do understand that she is my mother, and I want you to understand herwho, by the way, made you rlife a living hell ever since you married me."
And he's fully aware of that, I'm sure.
Not that I hate my dad, mind you. I love him, and to me, he's the best dad there is. But sometimes, whatever he does makes me think if his wife or kids matter to him at all. I mean, he does provide us with everything we want and need, but more often, I wonder who he really loves more; his mom and relatives, or us.
On another note, there's one thing I have been itching to write about for as long as I can remember. I know no one will listen to me, because it's about family. And in where I live at, when it's a problem about your family, it's better to stay silent, especially when the problem is one of the oldest member of your clan. And, well, since I come incognito with this blog, I'm pretty sure nobody knows I wrote about this, except maybe a few other friends, who would actually care to listen to me and tell me I'm right about my ranting for once.
In all honesty, I hate most of my relatives from my father's side. They're a selfish lot who doesn't care about anything but money and convenience. And my dad, well, sometimes I just hate him so much for being too nice to them and simply say "yes" and bows down to everything they say, specifically if he was ordered around by his sisters and brother. And who suffers all the burden and his supposed hard work? My mom. He orders her around with his personal chores such as "do this and do that... bring my mom to her doctor at the province because she wants to... i'll go pick up my mom because there might be a storm, even though there obviously isn't, and i expect you to take care of her... Do understand that she is my mother, and I want you to understand herwho, by the way, made you rlife a living hell ever since you married me."
And he's fully aware of that, I'm sure.
Not that I hate my dad, mind you. I love him, and to me, he's the best dad there is. But sometimes, whatever he does makes me think if his wife or kids matter to him at all. I mean, he does provide us with everything we want and need, but more often, I wonder who he really loves more; his mom and relatives, or us.