Life in Kedah

Living is Kedah in fun.

You get treated like an Indonesian maid. In addition, you get to drive the car EVERYWHERE and not get paid !

Chores I do every day :
sweep floor, mop floor, vacuum floor, clean windows, clean fans, wipe the glass doors, wipe glass tables, take the curtains to wash ( my curtain is the one with like 100 iron bars in it and you gotta take them out one by one, and putting them in is even harder ), putting clothes in machine to wash, hanging clothes, putting clothes outside in the sun, bringing the clothes back in when raining, folding the clothes, park both my parents cars in the house every night, throwing the trash, massaging my parents back, personal slave to getting the remote control for my parents to use, getting the phone to give my parents to answer, deleting viruses from my parents thumbdrives.

Things I do to help my mum do her "EXCEL and WORD" stuff:
Helping her create tables, helping her draw circles, lines, polygons for maths paper, finding her saved files, teaching her how to connect to the internet, and many more

The best part is she gets annoyed and say you never listen when she tells you to do 15 things in a go and expect you to remember every command in the same exact order.

In addition I scratched my parents car for the first time. My mum decided to teach me the "proper way" of parking her camry at home. I have been parking fine since August. The "proper way" involved your mother screaming instructions every 0.5 seconds in your ear and hitting you on the shoulder, causing you to hit on the gas and scratching your cars bumper.

To add to that, I had a taste of what married life would be. It sucks.

My mum still believes in my dads 9 year ago affair and spends her days thinking about their affair.

Oh yeah, my mum has OCD. If you dont know what this is, this is a rich mans disease, which makes you do the same thing 10 times a day. like checking if you closed the door 10 times in a row. It results because an individual has nothing to do the whole day, and hence, the individual does something 10 times a day. My mum has this disease.

BUT.. hers in special.
Her OCD is via proxy. Which the lucky me is the proxy.
My mum makes me check whether I closed the window/turned off the fire several times a day, and If i say i already did, she makes many annoying noises and forces you to walk into the forementioned room to check whatever shit she wants to check.

I discovered the world aint divided to babies, children, teens, young adults and adults.

They are made out of matured people, immature people, and fucktards.

Welcome to my life.

* Considering my future looks pretty bleak, the housework training is quite good. I might become a butler in the future. Hire me please.