So it’s 6:20 AM here and I still can’t sleep. Not being able to do any form of physical exercise really messed up my sleeping schedule. Might as well write a blog. Oh yeah it’s my birthday today too lolol.
Things to clarify before the blog
From my previous blog, I said I would continue the recovery log. Nigga fuck that shit I believe it’s not really something to write about because.. there’s not really much to write about. If I were to write it then it would be a “short story long” than a “long story short.” I don’t like to write about stuff just to fill in space ya’kno.
But yeah, to sum it up:
– Day 1-4 = walking was kinda painful, ate a lot of healthy stuff
– Day 5-8 = walking was no hassle, but still can’t jump around and whatever
– Day 9-now = I’m completely okay now, best not to dance until early-September, cannot gym for half a year.
OKAY LOL RECOVERY LOG END
THE BLOG
Ever since I left for college, I began to appreciate and understand how much my mom has done and sacrificed raising my brother and me. In retrospect, I thought she was an annoying bitch and I could totally live by myself and be happy. ha Iol i wuz wrong. Every time I come back, I feel so grateful that my mom would make me food whenever I said I was hungry. In Boston, I mostly chose starvation.
Shit bro during my 4-day stay in the hospital for my hernia surgery, my mom stayed with me for two nights to get me food and help me get off of the hospital bed so I could pee and shit. (just to be clear, I pissed and shat by myself). But yeah, I am very very very very very very very very very very grateful for all the care she has provided for me.
That being said, I am pretty pissed off at my brother.
THE BROTHER
He disrespects my mom quite a lot. Like, in terms of his tone of speech, his replies, and, I guess, his responsibilities. Whenever my mom addresses or calls him out on a bad habit that he’s doing, he gets pissed and straightup dodges the statement by replying “OKAY” in a demeaning tone. I don’t know how to fully describe the disrespectful-ness but we’ve all done that before.
Whenever the conversation topic is touched upon moving (Like for example, “Hey my friend moved to the suburbs, but he’s moving to downtown next month.”), he always slips in a statement or reply that blames my mom for his discontent *. He blames my mom for a lot of shit that my mom pretty much had no control over. Why did we move every year? I have no clue either. but it’s not like it determined the rest of my life or some shit. He believes that his lack of self-confidence and depression is because of my mom.
*: My mom, my brother and I moved to a lot of places when we first moved to the US before settling back in Taiwan. So like, my brother and I never really had any stable friends when we went to school cuz we moved like every year
Last, but not least. He spends like two to three times more than his salary each month. He spends it on mostly shoes and clothes.. FUCKIN’ SHOES AND CLOTHES. I remember last summer, he came home with a pair of $100 or so white Nike basketball shoes.. he bought another one but black the next day. And to add on to that, he doesn’t even wear them.
Wow holy shit yesterday, he bought a fucking $150 Abercrombie jacket with a $30 international shipping fee. Even after he said he wasn’t gonna buy it after I bitched him out the other day when he showed me on the computer.
Okay first of all:
1. Taiwan is fucking hot and humid as shit from April to October.
2. Abercrombie (no offense) is for gaywads; not even gay people would wear their clothes.
3. He already has like 4 jackets on the floor of his closet and like 9 more in our other home in Taipei.
He’s already used up the life insurance money that we collected from my dad. (The money was divided between him and me). Right now, his source of money of his frivilous spending is from my mom. I get so fucking pissed whenever I find out that he bought something. He’s such a little bitch I just wanna beat the shit out of him…
Okie, I know what you’re prolly thinking: “Damn he’s such a little brat! Go hand his ass over to him!”
Well, I would love to cuz although he’s shorter than me… this motherfucker is 28 years old.
Your thought: : O
THE ADVICE
What should I do? Burn his clothes and break all of his possession? Okay, but for real, jokes aside, what should I do? I’m stumped and I don’t want my mom to put up with his shit.
I already discussed with my mom about setting limits on his credit/debit cards and not giving this fucker anymore money if he continues to disrespect her. However, I feel like this isn’t enough. My plan for now is to write a letter to him addressing all the ungrateful shit he has done and his behavior and stuff. But then I don’t think the power of writing is strong enough to change him as a person.
6 Comments
Firstly, obligatory birthday 1-up.
Secondly, everything about your brother seems awfully familiar to me. If they’re not describing me, they’re describing someone I know.
Thirdly, give your brother a piece of your mind. Hand his ass to him on a silver platter if it gets heated. Well, do that if he’s the arrogant pessimist. If he’s the defeatist pessimist, just use words. They hurt plenty enough.
lolabercrombie.
Introduce him to Hollister and tell your mom to keep a tight hold of all her money.
He’ll self-destruct in two days with the prices being even more exorbitant than Abercrombies.
I know that disownin him aint an option because we know that Asian mothers can’t give up their children like that.
Best option? Kill him.
28? Shit.. and he still doesn’t understand how much your mom does? Beat his ass with a rice paddle. Hit him so hard your mom has to call 119 on you.
How’d the typhoon blow over by the way? Anything crazy happen to people you know?
How’d the typhoon blow over by the way? Anything crazy happen to people you know?
Rice paddle.. What’s that? LOL
You know the news make typhoons sound so scary and catastrophic, but it’s only just raining sideways and in large amounts lol.
I live in the north so the only biggest concern we have during a typhoon is getting wet shoes.
In the southern countryside areas, however, they usually take it up in the butt. (i.e. casualties, landslides, etc.)
How’d the typhoon blow over by the way? Anything crazy happen to people you know?
Rice paddle.. What’s that? LOL
You know the news make typhoons sound so scary and catastrophic, but it’s only just raining sideways and in large amounts lol.
I live in the north so the only biggest concern we have during a typhoon is getting wet shoes.
In the southern countryside areas, however, they usually take it up in the butt. (i.e. casualties, landslides, etc.)
Like, y’know, 飯瓢.
Yeah, I know. Even earthquakes aren’t so bad sometimes. I’m just saying, I have another friend on vacation there right now and he keeps shitting his pants about it.