Saturday, February 1, 2014

Post Chinese New Year Hotpot

Once a year, Chinese family gathers around the dinner table, talking about new year resolution, catching up on things they thought they lost and retaining things they never had. However on this night, things are different. 

Hell. I don't know what's wrong with my sister. She's like bipolar and all those stuff. I mean it's one thing to be bossy but yelling like I'm all at fault is another thing. 

So during the new year dinner of hot pot. I asked for vermicelli because clearly there weren't any in the hotpot. And she was like its in the kitchen if you want it go get it. And I was like okay then, thinking never mind. Right then, she ordered, "go get it". I was like, okay, like gee thanks for trying to ask nicely, because I totally don't need to follow your order and get it. I walked over to the kitchen and gave it a quick glance and saw one last block of vermicelli left and thought oh okay here it is, and I brought it back to the dining room, poured it into the hotpot. Only to realize that everyone screamed. And my mom was like you need to put hot water in it first before placing it into the hotpot. Although everyone said "oh well just let it go" my sister came and grabbed it out of the pot saying that she soaked a bunch of blocks of vermicelli. And lead me to the kitchen saying, "if you don't know, ask. If you don't have the knowledge of it, at least you should have the common sense for this kind of things and ask." I'm like wtf? I did ask, and your the one telling me to go get it, and your the one who always tell me that I need to look for it rather than always asking you. Fuck. I can't please her every time she gets fucking irritated. Can someone teach me how to ease a bipolar in denial married with two kids two faced woman? How can she be so unthoughtful of the things she say? She tells others one thing and tells me the other. She is all nice and kind out side while treating others but leave no mercy when it comes to me. It's like, really now? Really? And for those who are blind like her, if I confront them, they will just be offended and all; what is the point? Truely. I feel like crying because if she can say those things like she meant it, I can't pretend I don't care about it. 

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