This is gonna be quick.
According new local and international news reports,
anti-Chinese sentiment is now rising globally.
From travel restrictions to crude petitions
to ban those of Chinese ethnicity to restaurants,
cafes, etc.
You've got the idiotic Chinese racists
from HK (and likely Singapore),
targeting mainlanders,
and you've got the ones from Japan and Korea
targeting everyone from China.
And oh yes,
let's not forget the all-stars,
white racists from Australia, the US, Europe, etc.
Man, I'd love to see the look
on a smug Korean racist
who gets denied entry to a restaurant
in Adelaide because he looks "Asian".
Pro-tip: If your "friends" act differently because of this,
they were never your friends in the first place.
They've always hated you. Always.
Fucking cowards who were just waiting for a chance, any opportunity.
Remember them.
Remember those fucking businesses too.
Well enough of that.
Monday, February 3, 2020
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Give Me Something to Break
Motherfucker.
Where do I even begin?
Well, I guess I could start with my lovely, kind wife.
Who apparently does not understand the concept
of money or planning ahead or consequences.
Oh yea,
and before I forget,
I really hate her goddamn hypocrisy too.
When it's not a friend of hers,
or something she really wants to do,
then not only will she visibly show it,
but she'll insist that I do what she wants.
Whether it's an event with the rest of my fucked up family,
or an outing with just us.
She'll make it extremely clear
that she expects it to end at most by around 8pm.
But if it's a friend of hers,
hell,
not a fucking problem!
Even if our daughter's exhausted,
she's willing to spend the whole motherfucking day
with them.
Walk long distances,
spend a lot more money.
Even when I'm not actively participating,
since I don't speak fluent Russian.
Not even a motherfucking "Thank You".
She expects that shit.
But when it's the other way around,
then I'm expected to always cater to her,
or I'll have to deal with incessant sulking and whining.
I mean come the fuck on.
You can't even pretend?
I'm even reluctant to share my interests,
anything I find funny,
suggesting something fun to do.
Because first,
I'll have to deal with her annoyed look,
when she has to look up from her
phone (if she even looks up in the first place).
Then I'll have to deal with
her fucking rejection.
Not even a gentle letdown,
just a straight up "No".
I watched that piece of shit "Little Women" movie with you,
you can't even pretend to find what I say interesting?
But what really almost pushed me over the edge today,
was her mom's request for a goddamn motherfucking SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS.
It wasn't even the request per se.
It was the last-minute nature of it,
and my wife's reaction to my response,
when I say that it's a lot of money for us.
The interrogation/accusation begins immediately.
Didn't we have more money?
What happened to it?
What did you do?
With her selective memory in action,
I'm expected to recall every single motherfucking transaction
over the past two or three months.
That doctor visit,
the driving lessons, etc.
I've learned the hard way
to tell her that we simply don't have as much as she thinks we do.
Fuck going through my bank statement over three months.
Now I've got nothing really, against her mom.
But goddammit,
there has been a time in the past
when she'd requested a similar sum urgently,
and turns out,
it wasn't so urgent.
Now let me be clear.
We owe her.
Big time.
And if she ever, truly needs help,
I'll be the first in line.
But this?
This is fucking manufactured emergency.
From the new apartment with the fucked up kitchen,
to my wife (I suspect) being too fucking lazy
to fully grasp the situation
(she loves hearing only bits and pieces and can't be
bothered to really pay attention unless it's something that interests her),
to the amount we'll have to pay the fucking bank for the transfer (and back,
if her mom wants to repay us).
And that last one really get to me.
Why waste a few hundred dollars if it's not truly an emergency?
Again, my wife was barely able bother to explain
that her mom views this money as "insurance"
in case the loan amount or the money from the sale of her old
apartment doesn't come in on the 27th.
Apparently she needs to make the payment by the 24th.
So because of a motherfucking THREE DAYS,
we'll be throwing away a few hundred dollars?
I'd rather give that money directly to her!
Or my friend.
Or my neighbour.
ANYBODY BUT THE BANK.
Which fucking loan/bill can't wait three days?
I know I'm missing something here.
Again.
But I guess it's not important, yeah?
Fuck it.
Just give her the money,
and shut the fuck up about it.
Oh yes,
my dear wife even gets annoyed by my reaction.
Like it's not a big deal.
I've been trying to get a license for FUCKING YEARS.
And now that I'm so close to getting the lessons over
and done with before the test,
I'm faced with the possibility of letting it lapse until November,
WHERE I'LL HAVE TO RE-TAKE THE FINAL THEORY TEST.
There's little doubt if that happens,
I'll never get my license.
At least not any time soon.
And you know what?
Fuck it I'll admit it.
Even now I'm fucking bitter about
not being able to get it earlier.
I'm almost 40.
Sports cars are out already,
unless I want to project a goddamn mid-life crisis.
Maybe one day I'll get it when I'm what,
50? 60?
The thought of it makes me want to
take a baseball bat to my newly-bought car
in front of my wife,
and the rest of my motherfucking family.
It's not important to them,
therefore it is unimportant.
So shut you mouth,
sit your ass down,
and take it like a good boy.
But if it's important to them,
then be respectful,
be helpful,
do as they fucking say.
Fucking assholes.
Fuck all of them.
FUCK ALL OF THEM.
The day started out being beautiful.
Blue skies, cool breeze,
sunshine making the grass and trees sing.
And then this had to happen.
I can't even be bothered to fill in the gaps as to WHY
this really pisses me off.
Write about it?
In detail?
Fuck that.
And I don't know which is worse.
My wife's ambivalence,
her dismissal of my concerns...
Or the fact that my daughter has to see me
get severely annoyed,
and not in the mood to play with her today,
the day I'm not working.
I can pretend all I want,
but she gets that I'm upset.
She gets it.
And there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
Well enough of that shit.
Where do I even begin?
Well, I guess I could start with my lovely, kind wife.
Who apparently does not understand the concept
of money or planning ahead or consequences.
Oh yea,
and before I forget,
I really hate her goddamn hypocrisy too.
When it's not a friend of hers,
or something she really wants to do,
then not only will she visibly show it,
but she'll insist that I do what she wants.
Whether it's an event with the rest of my fucked up family,
or an outing with just us.
She'll make it extremely clear
that she expects it to end at most by around 8pm.
But if it's a friend of hers,
hell,
not a fucking problem!
Even if our daughter's exhausted,
she's willing to spend the whole motherfucking day
with them.
Walk long distances,
spend a lot more money.
Even when I'm not actively participating,
since I don't speak fluent Russian.
Not even a motherfucking "Thank You".
She expects that shit.
But when it's the other way around,
then I'm expected to always cater to her,
or I'll have to deal with incessant sulking and whining.
I mean come the fuck on.
You can't even pretend?
I'm even reluctant to share my interests,
anything I find funny,
suggesting something fun to do.
Because first,
I'll have to deal with her annoyed look,
when she has to look up from her
phone (if she even looks up in the first place).
Then I'll have to deal with
her fucking rejection.
Not even a gentle letdown,
just a straight up "No".
I watched that piece of shit "Little Women" movie with you,
you can't even pretend to find what I say interesting?
But what really almost pushed me over the edge today,
was her mom's request for a goddamn motherfucking SIX THOUSAND DOLLARS.
It wasn't even the request per se.
It was the last-minute nature of it,
and my wife's reaction to my response,
when I say that it's a lot of money for us.
The interrogation/accusation begins immediately.
Didn't we have more money?
What happened to it?
What did you do?
With her selective memory in action,
I'm expected to recall every single motherfucking transaction
over the past two or three months.
That doctor visit,
the driving lessons, etc.
I've learned the hard way
to tell her that we simply don't have as much as she thinks we do.
Fuck going through my bank statement over three months.
Now I've got nothing really, against her mom.
But goddammit,
there has been a time in the past
when she'd requested a similar sum urgently,
and turns out,
it wasn't so urgent.
Now let me be clear.
We owe her.
Big time.
And if she ever, truly needs help,
I'll be the first in line.
But this?
This is fucking manufactured emergency.
From the new apartment with the fucked up kitchen,
to my wife (I suspect) being too fucking lazy
to fully grasp the situation
(she loves hearing only bits and pieces and can't be
bothered to really pay attention unless it's something that interests her),
to the amount we'll have to pay the fucking bank for the transfer (and back,
if her mom wants to repay us).
And that last one really get to me.
Why waste a few hundred dollars if it's not truly an emergency?
Again, my wife was barely able bother to explain
that her mom views this money as "insurance"
in case the loan amount or the money from the sale of her old
apartment doesn't come in on the 27th.
Apparently she needs to make the payment by the 24th.
So because of a motherfucking THREE DAYS,
we'll be throwing away a few hundred dollars?
I'd rather give that money directly to her!
Or my friend.
Or my neighbour.
ANYBODY BUT THE BANK.
Which fucking loan/bill can't wait three days?
I know I'm missing something here.
Again.
But I guess it's not important, yeah?
Fuck it.
Just give her the money,
and shut the fuck up about it.
Oh yes,
my dear wife even gets annoyed by my reaction.
Like it's not a big deal.
I've been trying to get a license for FUCKING YEARS.
And now that I'm so close to getting the lessons over
and done with before the test,
I'm faced with the possibility of letting it lapse until November,
WHERE I'LL HAVE TO RE-TAKE THE FINAL THEORY TEST.
There's little doubt if that happens,
I'll never get my license.
At least not any time soon.
And you know what?
Fuck it I'll admit it.
Even now I'm fucking bitter about
not being able to get it earlier.
I'm almost 40.
Sports cars are out already,
unless I want to project a goddamn mid-life crisis.
Maybe one day I'll get it when I'm what,
50? 60?
The thought of it makes me want to
take a baseball bat to my newly-bought car
in front of my wife,
and the rest of my motherfucking family.
It's not important to them,
therefore it is unimportant.
So shut you mouth,
sit your ass down,
and take it like a good boy.
But if it's important to them,
then be respectful,
be helpful,
do as they fucking say.
Fucking assholes.
Fuck all of them.
FUCK ALL OF THEM.
The day started out being beautiful.
Blue skies, cool breeze,
sunshine making the grass and trees sing.
And then this had to happen.
I can't even be bothered to fill in the gaps as to WHY
this really pisses me off.
Write about it?
In detail?
Fuck that.
And I don't know which is worse.
My wife's ambivalence,
her dismissal of my concerns...
Or the fact that my daughter has to see me
get severely annoyed,
and not in the mood to play with her today,
the day I'm not working.
I can pretend all I want,
but she gets that I'm upset.
She gets it.
And there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it.
Well enough of that shit.
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