Thursday, December 3, 2009 ♥ 23:03
♥ smooches
I'm going to learn how to drive with my neighbour's son. There was form filling to do. So, of course i filled the forms by myself. And printed the passport photos myself. And photocopied the IC myself. And i was gonna walk over to my neighbour's house to give them the forms when my mom called them and told them that i'm coming. My neighbour quickly sent her daughter to my house to pick up the stuff. And she came over cause she's such a lovely girl, God bless her beautiful soul. And my mom started screaming at me and asking me why i didn't walk over to my neighbour's house.
Well, it's not my fault i don't have skinny legs and can't move as fast as an average human being. Then my neighbours called and told me i forgot to fill in Section B. My mom then started screaming at me again so i quickly ran out of the house to get the forms. And i filled in Section B (with difficulties, i might add. How am i supposed to know what my bandar or negeri or whatever is?). When i got home my mother started shouting at me about how i'm 17 and i can't even fill up Section B.
The thing is, if this were my brother, she wouldn't even bother asking him to fill up the forms by himself. In fact, she'd ask me to get everything done for him. Talk about double standards! I guess being as incompetent as my brother has it's benefits - people don't actually expect you to be able to do anything so they just leave you along and other people do your chores for you. Well, it's too late for me. There's no turning back. My mom already labelled me as the get-things-done-for-you-quality-not-guaranteed one. So, this is my fate. To get things done for my brother. Life does suck.
