Home Helper
Okay, three things.
Home helper, glasses, and Drunk Rome&Juliet-Quoting Casanova.
First, I went out after dawn to buy breakfast, walking leisurely in my pajamas, my hands in my jackets I threw on clumsily on the way out. Granma didn't want anything so I ended up buying breakfast only for myself. *huff*
On the way out, I fed the cats which hey, surprise, surprise, Noelle and Tooru have come home! I snuggled Noelle a few minutes, letting his orange fur sticking all over my front jammies. Tooru has no care for petting so I settled for stroking her black and orange-streaked fur, welcoming them home.
The walk was quite pleasant.
I think I'll take regular walks from now on at evenings, usually I cycle, but Dad said Mukhlis left them at my uncle's house. I was irritated for a while.
When I got home, an unknown lady was in the kitchen and I halted my movements, squinting at the moving silhouette. "Mom?" I called out. She came out and, whoa, okay, not Mom. DEFINITELY not Mom. Granma said she'll go away by 2 o'clock and as I watched her cook in the kitchen, realization dawned in my mushy sleep-addled brain.
A home helper.
No wonder Mom asked whether someone had come in during the mornings the past 3 days. I thought she was referring to some seller kid that often cycles around the neighbourhood, selling kueh. So that's what Dad was talking about by "cooking help"..Huh.
Well, I suppose it makes sense now. Granma is left alone at home when the rest are at school, I guess she needs someone to take care of her.
I don't mind the cooking since I don't cook ( I can, but I've forgotten how to, and I might have to re-learn the ones I used to be able to do) but she sort of didn't stop at just cooking. She cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes and threw out the garbage and folded the laundry. I'm sorta miffed that she's doing my chores. It feels weird to have someone else doing the chores I've been doing all my life since elementary school.
I don't like my daily routines disturbed. *huff*
If this was years ago, I would've given her the stink eye 'cause I don't like strangers in the house and positioned a weapon behind the door, just in case ('cause I'm a paranoid bitch, that's why.). In retrospect, I still don't like strangers in the house but at least my response was relatively minimal rather than screaming and dashing for the nearest weapon.
A fire extinguisher is quite a formidable weapon y'noe.
Second, it's so weird walking around the house without my glasses. I gotta buy a new one ASAP before Mom asked where the fuck is it.
I wear them full-time at home 'cause I don't need to worry about fucking judgemental people who thinks shit of me wearing glasses. Oh no,they're okay with glasses-people, just me. And my glasses. I honestly do not give a flying fuck how do I look with my glasses.
I love my glasses because they enable me to see.
I wear them for my sight, not for you fucking people's pleasure. Capiche?
Third, I just read this amusing (for me) Destiel fic, Shakespeare Quoting Casanova. I laughed 'cause Cas had this balcony and all and I was like, "OMG Juliet Novak LOL" and Dean was drunk on his ass and quoting Shakespeare to Cas and it was so damn amusing and endearing dammit I can't help my face from breaking in grins.
I put the Sterek ship on hold 'cause right now, it's just too hard to sail on it without breaking into sobbing mess. I sailed on Stony for a while but got hold of Destiel and can't put a rock on it. I even found these Destiel songs and they're so good I put them on rewind. "Hey there, Dean" is funny tho. LOL
All of these three songs are a parody of Hey,There Delilah.
And this is Cas's answer.
And this is Sam's POV.
Destiel ship all the way~~~ xDD
Home helper, glasses, and Drunk Rome&Juliet-Quoting Casanova.
First, I went out after dawn to buy breakfast, walking leisurely in my pajamas, my hands in my jackets I threw on clumsily on the way out. Granma didn't want anything so I ended up buying breakfast only for myself. *huff*
On the way out, I fed the cats which hey, surprise, surprise, Noelle and Tooru have come home! I snuggled Noelle a few minutes, letting his orange fur sticking all over my front jammies. Tooru has no care for petting so I settled for stroking her black and orange-streaked fur, welcoming them home.
The walk was quite pleasant.
I think I'll take regular walks from now on at evenings, usually I cycle, but Dad said Mukhlis left them at my uncle's house. I was irritated for a while.
When I got home, an unknown lady was in the kitchen and I halted my movements, squinting at the moving silhouette. "Mom?" I called out. She came out and, whoa, okay, not Mom. DEFINITELY not Mom. Granma said she'll go away by 2 o'clock and as I watched her cook in the kitchen, realization dawned in my mushy sleep-addled brain.
A home helper.
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| Like this pretty young lady with this granny over here. |
Well, I suppose it makes sense now. Granma is left alone at home when the rest are at school, I guess she needs someone to take care of her.
I don't mind the cooking since I don't cook ( I can, but I've forgotten how to, and I might have to re-learn the ones I used to be able to do) but she sort of didn't stop at just cooking. She cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes and threw out the garbage and folded the laundry. I'm sorta miffed that she's doing my chores. It feels weird to have someone else doing the chores I've been doing all my life since elementary school.
I don't like my daily routines disturbed. *huff*
If this was years ago, I would've given her the stink eye 'cause I don't like strangers in the house and positioned a weapon behind the door, just in case ('cause I'm a paranoid bitch, that's why.). In retrospect, I still don't like strangers in the house but at least my response was relatively minimal rather than screaming and dashing for the nearest weapon.
A fire extinguisher is quite a formidable weapon y'noe.
Second, it's so weird walking around the house without my glasses. I gotta buy a new one ASAP before Mom asked where the fuck is it.
I wear them full-time at home 'cause I don't need to worry about fucking judgemental people who thinks shit of me wearing glasses. Oh no,they're okay with glasses-people, just me. And my glasses. I honestly do not give a flying fuck how do I look with my glasses.
 |
| Certainly nowhere as cute as this cat but why the hell am I comparing myself with cats anyway. It's useless. |
I wear them for my sight, not for you fucking people's pleasure. Capiche?
Third, I just read this amusing (for me) Destiel fic, Shakespeare Quoting Casanova. I laughed 'cause Cas had this balcony and all and I was like, "OMG Juliet Novak LOL" and Dean was drunk on his ass and quoting Shakespeare to Cas and it was so damn amusing and endearing dammit I can't help my face from breaking in grins.
I put the Sterek ship on hold 'cause right now, it's just too hard to sail on it without breaking into sobbing mess. I sailed on Stony for a while but got hold of Destiel and can't put a rock on it. I even found these Destiel songs and they're so good I put them on rewind. "Hey there, Dean" is funny tho. LOL
All of these three songs are a parody of Hey,There Delilah.
And this is Cas's answer.
And this is Sam's POV.
Destiel ship all the way~~~ xDD
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