Annoying sunday. Annoying mother.

Sunday.
9:15 am.

I woke up pretty late to my standards. I woke up about 8. The birds were chirping. The wind is crisp and cold. It rained last night, and I want to sleep more. But I want to start this day with an early kick. I got out of the bed, scratched my crotch and put on my slippers. The morning was good. Better than yesterday. Nice prospects came to my mind, happy thoughts realized. I went down stairs. The radio is on the crappy old time favorites station. I am 20 and this music is always on the menu almost every sunday. I smelled breakfast - Pritong Tilapia and Rice.

My right foot landed on the concrete. My mother sensed a prey. She is like a wild tiger, hunting for the kill. I have made a futile mistake of letting myself be detected by her vicious eyes. How can I be caught? How stupid of me. - I mused. Like an ancient bomb ready to be unearthed, my mom, mustered all her annoying air and bellowed - Tulungan mo naman ako, para kayong mga pensyonado, 54 years old naglilinis pa! Being accustomed to my mother's annoying bullshit every day of my twenty years and five months and 28 days of living in God's green earth, I ignored her and I went out and sat to read the morning papers my father bought. Of course, I would not read about the same old news about the country, I went to my favorite part of the paper - Comics.

After quite some time of devouring the papers, I went inside, like an experienced thief, I stealthfully tiptoed accross the dining room and went up to my room so I could avoid my mother's wrath. I've read my book and waited for lunch. After a few chapters, I put down my book and heard the familiar notes of our bell calling me for lunch. Oh, crap, I would see my mother - I mused, of course in tagalog. The food was spaghetti given to my mother by her office mate, the name, I don't know. Our maid went home to Bicol this summer so there's no one helping us at home. My mom eagerly anticipated my every move at the table. I was the first one to finish the spaghetti we've been eating for three straight days. My mother carefully and strategically separated and divided the food so we would last three days without cooking new dishes. She bellowed Maghugas ka na nang pinggan. If I refused, she will call her faithful steed - My father. They are like a tag team in a handicapped wrestling match. I am always the loser. I obeyed her orders because I was under the watchful eyes of my father. With a fast dexterity of an experienced restaurant dishwasher, I finished the plates and glasses at record time.

I immediately went upstairs so I can elude my parent's bickerings. The TV downstairs is busted because of this family's stupid shits. I watched SOP and ASAP. Stupid shows with stars dancing and singing. How stupid. But at SOP, a woman caught my attention. She has long curly hair, slvette body, chinky eyes - I rarely get attracted to women with little eyes, so she is really beautiful to pass my standards. Anyways, I just included that. Nothing happened. Then after moments of solitude. My brother barged in and operated the Aircon. Shit, they will stay here too. I stayed abeit the fact that the other members of this household will soon come barging in. My instinct did not fail me. They watched with me. I pretended to be asleep so they will have no chance of letting me do their errands.

My older brother asked for the other car keys. My mom, once again, the master of stupid shits, bickered to my brother about gas-ing up the Car. That he should give money to her for he is already working, instead of wasting money on gym and other beauty regimens. Et cetera Et cetera. Ah, my mother at work. Her mastery of sarcastic words. Carefully constructed and executed. I slept. For like hours. I woke up for it is getting hot again. They closed the air con.

I went downstairs to take a bath. I went inside our other bathroom and turned the shower. Warm water came running down my body. I reached for the shampoo but my mother didn't buy a shampoo again. She is so damn stingy. She refuse to buy shampoo because my older brother uses it for our dog. Damn. This will be my 3rd day without shampoo. I refuse to buy myself a shampoo for it is my mother's responsibility. So I endured another day of sticky hair. Maybe tomorrow her conscience will haunt her.

I went upstairs and watched TV. At last I am alone. After a few minutes, my dad barged in because my mother ordered him to get the TV and exchange it for the TV downstairs. I know this move is stupid but I obliged. My father summoned my other brother. It is always like that - My mom will ask my father because she knows fully well that my father will ask the kids to run the errands. What a clever _____. We went down. Our fragile bodies almost giving up because of the task at hand. After placing the TV on the chasms downstairs. I smirked because this attempt was stupid because I know the antenna will not fit the other TV. In the end, we ended up exchanging the TVs again.

How annoying this household is. Now I am here, eluding all errands my mother will throw at me.

Shorts: For those little thoughts stuck in mind.

Paquiao has so many commercials today. From Tuna, Energy Drinks, Fast Food chains up to Pain Killers. I wonder what's next... Maybe, Sanitary Napkins. Um, that's a wonderful idea.

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