As I walked through the floors of Orchard Mall, I heard the Yo Gabba Gabba cast singing the song "I'm so excited" which definitely didn't make me excited, I looked over to my left and saw hundreds of kids and their parents gathered around the stage listening to the extremely caucasian language of the show's host, and laughed at how the kids didn't understand a word he was saying.
So basically, on Friday I came back from the class chalet, ate lunch at AMK Hub along with some awesome peepo and reached home at 12. I used the computer for at most 2 hours before falling into deep sleep on my bed. I woke up at 7, had some awesome dinner, and fell asleep at 9 again. Because of my brother, I woke up at 12.30am not knowing what exactly happened to me. My brother advised that I don't immediately sleep, if not I'd wake up the next morning completely worn out and tired. So, I watched television and used the comp till 4am and then slept.
By somewhat miracle, I woke up at 10am on the dot. I asked my maid to buy me the last breakfast she was ever going to buy me, Sausage Mcmuffin with Egg, coupled with a nice warm cup of milo. Enjoyed the meal.
After which I slacked till 2pm and got the money from my parents to go and pay the general office for the Julia Gabriel's workshop which I largely did not attend. On the way to school I saw a couple of trackers, one of em' was blaming me for slacking. Didn't mind that. I had to walk through the heavy rain to and fro the school because there was no direct shelter. Why walk? Because I learnt that running in rain makes more rain hit you. That's right. Don't remember who told me that tho.
So, I reached back khatib and bought myself some chicken rice and a nice cup of blueberry milk tea. Ate it and bathed, and wore my new Purple-Blue collar-White and orange sleeved-slightly V-necked shirt, which VAR picked out for me. Then, set off to Orchard with my parents and maid. Since she never really went out of Yishun since she arrived two years ago.
So, tomorrow is the last day she's gonna be here. And tomorrow's the last day I'm ever going to enjoy the services of a maid. I think its going to be a big change. For the whole family, really. I used to wake up and call my maid's name, give her some money and wake up with breakfast on the table. Its not going to be like that anymore.
I feel so ashamed, I don't even know where to buy some of the breakfast she buys back (Its a secret no one in my family knows). Because if they did I'd get a rollicking. Afterall I've stayed in the area for over 9 years.
But seriously though, so many things are going to be different. I have to wash my own clothes, wash my own plates, close all the windows and doors before I get out of home. And when I do get home I have to open the doors myself, and not just ring a doorbell. All those might sound pretty normal but really, in the past 14 years of my life I've been living a life of just pure luxury. In terms of home sense, of course.
I think I do know why my parents decided to stop getting a maid, I gotta start learning to do things on my own. When I wake up on Monday morning, my life changes. Everything is gonna be different. I'm living my own life now. Cleaning up the beds, having my own room. My brother's gonna move to the room my maid once slept at.
I guess its time. Well, I'm pretty damn sure my maid won't come onto this blog but I just gotta say this. Well, to all my previous maid's that took care of me :
Thank you oh so much. To my first two maids, I know I was a pain in the ass. I cried and cried and cried over every small thing. I wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep. I'd cry because you would refuse to carry me upstairs to my room, even at 6 years old. I'm pampered shit man. To my third and fourth maids, I know I was STILL a pain in the ass. Still pampered shit, I'll scold you for every little detail that wasn't even your fault, and you'll still put up with my crap and continue doing the dirty work for me. To my last two maids, well, thanks. Since then I suppose I wasn't that much a pain in the butthole but I was still stubborn many two a times. Thanks, really, for everything.
What's a dedication without names? Judy, Lynn, Melissa, Madelia, Rolyn, Alicia.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH! And, no, alicia is not a red manequine. Sorry btw, for using your name in a horror story I made in the chalet.
Alright, enough for the credits. If there's time I'll post again tonight. Completely unrelated to day's events. More of a joke. Kay, bye.
-Renald
Hmmm.. We'll see.
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