I had a long weekend, as we had public holiday on Good Friday (Easter day/weekend). Friday morning starts off with me in a b*tch mode. I was piss as my ol laptop acting up, Mozilla f*cking up and freezing shit as usual. So trying to surf that morning just ain't happening for me.
My aunt called at 9am (wee hour of the morning.. yes to me.. its WEEEEEE HOUR) demanding that we turn up for last minute family dinner. I was so not into it, cuz all I wanted to do was COMATOSE and be a CERTIFIED COUCH POTATO for the day. Hey I have a damn good excuse... I been working long hard hours and I don't feel like socializing at that point and all I wanted to do was curl up with BEN N JERRY.
We left for aunt's place at about 2.30pm and mom wanted to buy fruits... I was like.. OH HELL MOM... can't we just get that near her place... I was already hailing a cab. Guess mom saw the look on my face and hurry herself up. Upon reaching, I realize the fruit seller shop is no longer in business.. oh f*uckery!! Mom gave me one hell of a lecture all the way back to wet market so we can get the damn fruits for my aunt and all we found was bunch of BANANAS!! Yeah by than, I was really in a bloody good mood. The weather was not helping, as I could feel the heat right down to my bone and wishing that I was bald instead of my waist length hair almost pasted to my scalp.
My aunt was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner and guess who helping her out?? MOI!!!! MOI!! MOI!!! Like I'm in the mood to chop damn onions!!! I was cussing under my breath since her daugthers-in-law taking their f*cking time to turn up. So there I was busy chopping onions and tearing up like the stepdaughter in Cinderella, I broke the knife into 2!! Paranoia crept in.. oh damn.. is there going to be bad luck...broken knife...oh shit!!! WELL THE DAMN KNIFE WAS FRAGILE!!.. it was not my fault.. I SWEAR I WASN'T THINKING OF MR HIGH YELLA WHEN I'M CHOPPING THE DAMN ONIONS!!
Well, the rest of the family finally turns up with little rugrats. I ain't seen the latest addition to the family till that night. Baby Ian (proud parent of Emi & Nadia), 2 months old chubby little boy and looking just like my cousin with the family pout...lol. Looking into the baby eyes, makes my heart go badabing badabang. Before I get all teary eyed, I gave Ian back to my aunt, walked towards the balcony and composed myself.
This is why at times, I don't wish to be attending family gatherings. Looking at all the happy couple with their kids, going ohhh ahhhh as the toddlers falling on their padded pamper ass, I longed to be a mommy. I guess that's not what the big guy upstairs have plan for me. My heart aches knowing the possibility of me ever becoming a mom is nil, I will only be Aunt GiGi to all my little cousins. I could only smile, put on a brave front... when HE only knows what I must truly feels.
This is all I am......
Aunt GiGi.
My aunt called at 9am (wee hour of the morning.. yes to me.. its WEEEEEE HOUR) demanding that we turn up for last minute family dinner. I was so not into it, cuz all I wanted to do was COMATOSE and be a CERTIFIED COUCH POTATO for the day. Hey I have a damn good excuse... I been working long hard hours and I don't feel like socializing at that point and all I wanted to do was curl up with BEN N JERRY.
We left for aunt's place at about 2.30pm and mom wanted to buy fruits... I was like.. OH HELL MOM... can't we just get that near her place... I was already hailing a cab. Guess mom saw the look on my face and hurry herself up. Upon reaching, I realize the fruit seller shop is no longer in business.. oh f*uckery!! Mom gave me one hell of a lecture all the way back to wet market so we can get the damn fruits for my aunt and all we found was bunch of BANANAS!! Yeah by than, I was really in a bloody good mood. The weather was not helping, as I could feel the heat right down to my bone and wishing that I was bald instead of my waist length hair almost pasted to my scalp.
My aunt was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner and guess who helping her out?? MOI!!!! MOI!! MOI!!! Like I'm in the mood to chop damn onions!!! I was cussing under my breath since her daugthers-in-law taking their f*cking time to turn up. So there I was busy chopping onions and tearing up like the stepdaughter in Cinderella, I broke the knife into 2!! Paranoia crept in.. oh damn.. is there going to be bad luck...broken knife...oh shit!!! WELL THE DAMN KNIFE WAS FRAGILE!!.. it was not my fault.. I SWEAR I WASN'T THINKING OF MR HIGH YELLA WHEN I'M CHOPPING THE DAMN ONIONS!!
Well, the rest of the family finally turns up with little rugrats. I ain't seen the latest addition to the family till that night. Baby Ian (proud parent of Emi & Nadia), 2 months old chubby little boy and looking just like my cousin with the family pout...lol. Looking into the baby eyes, makes my heart go badabing badabang. Before I get all teary eyed, I gave Ian back to my aunt, walked towards the balcony and composed myself.
This is why at times, I don't wish to be attending family gatherings. Looking at all the happy couple with their kids, going ohhh ahhhh as the toddlers falling on their padded pamper ass, I longed to be a mommy. I guess that's not what the big guy upstairs have plan for me. My heart aches knowing the possibility of me ever becoming a mom is nil, I will only be Aunt GiGi to all my little cousins. I could only smile, put on a brave front... when HE only knows what I must truly feels.
This is all I am......
Aunt GiGi.
2 comments:
"f*uckery!!" Lol, now that's a first for me!
lol.. yeah i know i know.. lady ain't supposed to cuss.. but .. uhh i was having a moment..
hee hee..
psstt... i think im going to copyright that word *f*ckery*
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