i'm not your maid.

i'm really pissed right now.

First of all, even though you knew that i'm staying after every Thursday to go to art club, you signed up for spanish class for yourself. you knew what's gonna happen, i have no transportation. also, the way she told me that i can't go to art club anymore was rude. you are so selfish. of course, only thing that you are thinking of is yourself. also i think that its too late for learning a new language. dude, you are too old to use your freakin' old brain. i know you like being at beach in Mexico, but think about it. how old are u? no one wanna see your body but your husband. stop acting like you are still young.

Second of all, since she came back from Japan, she started to obsess with japanese foods. she made miso soup yesterday. Honestly, that was awful. it tasted nothing even though she put moyashi. it was just....ugh terrible.

Third of all, she just came back from spanish class, the first thing that she said to me was "did u make rice?" i was like WTF, why the world were you asking me to make rice? today's supper is pasta and actually i made sauce and what? rice? are u out of your mind? richard said we are gonna have pasta tonight. ugh..you know what? you guys need to talk about which supper u wanna have. i don't give a shit. i really don't. but i just want you guys to know that i'm not your maid or slave. i'm sick of talking to keiko with anger. i hate being stressing by you guys. anyway...the second sentence that she said to me was "Why didn't you make rice? you have to make rice every other day." you know what, bitch? how about YOU making rice? Why you keep asking me to make rice? cuz you are all tired after teaching? bitch. get your butt up.

forth of all, i was planning about my 18th birthday party. i talked to her about that yesterday's evening. that was a mistake. damn..she kept talking about it. "what if the weather is bad, and you can't play outside?" "if you wanna eat something outside, you need chairs and table? where is it?" "what food are you gonna make? do u know how?" "what movie do you wanna watch?"
"how many people are coming?" blah blah blah....bitch listen up. this is not your party. fuck off. omg. she started talking about it in the car. she kinda offended me that i didn't decide what food i need to get to cook...that kind of stuff. i was like "can u just stop talking? why don't you focus on driving? "

and now of course she is in bad mood. because i didn't make rice. bitch you need to go to hell.