j a n e t

dear uning the maid,
i dont understand why you have to take my pink elastic hairtie, and hide it beneath your pillow. why did you take all my hairclips and then not dare to wear it after the first time i see you wearing them all in a neat row on your fringe?
and then, why did you have to make today's petai with prawn so spicy! dont you know i cannot stand spicy food? unless you wanted it all for yourself......oh dear, did you?
well, it doesnt mean that if we share the same room, that you are at the same level as me. no, i dont like being the one carrying the pram and the shopping bags and then you carrying the baby. things just dont work that way. so, please stop trying to give me that face and make me feel like a spoilt brat.
sometimes you like to act stupid. or maybe you are really stupid. still.. im not stupid. my parents forgive easily but i will not and can not forget things easily. stop denying when i say that the toilet drain was uncleared and that you have done the job of this and that. and when the mistake was pointed out, you laugh it off and apologize. you should thank all the lucky maid-stars that my parents have never hired a maid and that you being the first, get off the hook easily. and stop crying when my dad should scold you! sorry my dad is not your dad. dont need to gain pity that way. it makes me cringe like shit.
oh and i hate your body odour. why you cant change your clothes more often! and i never throw my panties on my bed for everyone to see. my mother would have yelled at me if i do so.
whatever. i wish for you to go back to your hometown soon.
me