GO TO HELL!

Today's post is going to be filled with RAGE and disappointment (and vulgar). Early in the morning today, I was summoned down to help out at the market. Then my stupid gastric problem is disturbing me again. Wobbly legs and spinning heads. Felt much better though after I came back and slept.

Later in the afternoon, I had my Nth hours of GP tuition. At the same time, my sister was watching a Taiwanese variety show in the computer. Let me first introduce my sister. She is a great dancer who can dance very well. She can do split. She knows how to dance Jolin's songs. She knows how to do her hair. She knows her maths. She teachese her classmates maths. She won a kindness award. She won a netball match and clinched silver. She is good at her literature. She is good at her chinese. She is fluent in Mandarin. She is fluent in English. She is fluent in Cantonese. She is good at decorating. She is good in fashion. She knows how to put on makeup. She knows how to type fast. She is pretty. She is feminine. She has black long hair. She is thrifty with her money. She reads. She plays. She and she and she... Just like her idol, she is just as talented.

In comparison, I am not as talented as her and her idol. I can't dance. I can't split. I can't sing. I can't do my hair properly. I can't teach maths. I am not kind. I am not good at humanities. I am blunt. I stutter. I am lusy in languages. I have no sense of fashion. I can't decorate. I can't design. I can't play piano or violin or guitar or saxophone or cello or clarinet or keyboard or flute or drums or erhu or guzheng or pipa or bass or vocal or harp or or or... I can't speak Japanese or German or French or Russian or Malay or Tamil or Thai or Korean or Arab or Spanish or Hokkien or Teochew or Sichuan or Mongalian language or Shanghai or Hakka or or or... I don't know how to deal with people. I am ot powerful. I can't lead. I can't and I can't and I can't...

I can't blame her for saying that I am "talent"less because the fact is really that I am "talent"less. I am not being pessimistic or lacking some self-confidence. I am just stating a concrete fact. I have no skills. At first I got really angry with her. But as I thought deeper, I can't blame her. In fact, she is right. Absolutely right. I can't even think of anything that I am really better than her. Some will say maths. But she is only secondary two and I am already JC2. So the comparison is not valid. When I was in sec 2, my maths was only 60+ percent as compared to her 80+. I was still way way way far below. She is born smarter, I would not be able to reach her standards.

Here comes the furious part. In the evening, we, the usual three, went to orchard. My mum wanted to shape her eyebrow. All went smoothly until we finished our dinner. As we walked out of "Central", my sister said that she wanted to buy something from Watsons. Nothing happened UNTIL we were about to step out of the store. An old bitchy haggard freako came up to my mum and said,"You want to try this pimple cream? It's good for your son's pimples." Firstly, I wouldn't need something that is good for my pimples! Who the hell will buy anything that is good for the pimples? So that they can grow well and flourish? Freako. Secondly, she is being so damn freaking blunt that who on Earth having pimples will buy from her? Then the old hag pestered me further and went on, "You may also want to try this supplement, it is good for pimples also." Once again she talked shit. I was so freaking angry and burning with rage that I turned back immediately and shouted "GO TO HELL!" I REALLY FELT LIKE STEPPING BACK INTO THE STUPID STORE AND GIVE HER A TIGHT SLAP AND SLASH HER WITH A SWORD! As usual, I cursed her and everybody around her and her and her and her and her again and again. I hate people who touches this particular topic. I hate her.

I swear next time if ONE MORE FU*KER DARE TO WALK UP TO ME AND TRY TO SELL THEIR INEFFECTIVE AND DAMNIT PIMPLE STUFFS, I WILL SLAP THE IDIOT IMMEDIATELY AND TELL HER (OR HIM) TO GO TO HELL! PLUS I WILL MAKE SURE HER (OR HIS) JOB IS A GONECASE.