my domestic helper, the equivalent of my extra pair of limbs have decided to relinquish her very sacred job of doing my household chores and return to indonesia to marry andy, a forty year old balding man with halitosis and crooked teeth. how professional and suddenly i am all lost, calling friends seeking help; how many times must i rinse the clothes after washing it with detergent? is it true i have to soak the clothes first before washing them? how do i even wash them? and my evil parents have decided its time i learn to be an adult and do my own chores. (gasps and flaps hands and fingers with much gusto)
i propose this: Domestic Chores for Dummies
its really gonna help like a thousand other newly domesticated spoilt brats around the world.
this is such an arduous journey even though i've barely started and i probably sound like some stupid spoilt brat right now whining about stuff that some people my age have started doing since they were ten. okay it really is time to halt and move thus i shall stop whining and go apply that much needed moisturizer on my poor detergent-abused hand. oh what the frak.
i exaggerate but generally i feel abused :P
whining incessantly, xinzi
