Grandma always gets her way. Whatever I plan, it has to be HER way. Big deal.. that's what my grandparents made of my 'monkhood' celebration. All I was looking forward to was me shaving my head, wearing the monk dress and meditate in peace in a monastery. But, what do I get? A holiday reservation for the whole family at a monastery. Yes, my grandma, granddad, some relative boy and my brother in law are all going to shave our heads and be monks/nuns in the same monastery. It's something I'd hate to look forward to. yes, it's a happy celebration but the point of this, for me, is to get outta this world for a while and just meditate. So, as they asked me to choose the room I wanna sleep, I scoffed and rolled eyes. I chose the room by means of 'ok here's a room, I'll take this one cos I don't wanna look at more rooms' decision. But my grandma told me that a monk who usually used to stay in that room passed away not long ago. So long to picking random rooms. There I was picking up a room to sleep in as a monk. In other words, my grandma wins. We were treating this monastery as a holiday resort.
My OTHER grandma(from my mom's side) always plays cards with her daughters. I always join in and I love being there. They speak nonsense, laugh, joke and play cards. It was fun to play with my aunts and my mom and my cousins. That's the reason why I love going to their place. Today, I went there with a taxi since my chauffeur was in a bit of a mess. My grandparents(Dad) dropped me off at my mom's place and as usual, we played cards.
Six pm, my grandma(D) called me up on the phone to pick me up. I snapped cos I felt kinda restrained and told her that I'll come back with my own taxi. She seems pretty good about it. Now, my grandma(D) and granddad(D) are two of the sweetest people but when accusation is concerned, they are damn pretty good at it, despite the truth about them were never justified. If I ever come back home late, they would accuse my friend for keeping me there while I didn't wanna be there. I mean, it ALWAYS has to NOT BE ME and the other person. My mom has usually been the victim of this. I get pissed off and sit on rooftops, they blame mom. I graduate, they praise themselves. So, my mom, sister and I had a bit of a plan for my taxi ride home.
1. If I came home with my sister and her husband, my grandparents(D) would question why they wouldn't come in the house and would say bad shit about them for not being respectful kids bla bla bla.
2. If I came home on my own with a taxi, they would blame my mom for letting me go on my own with a taxi.
3. If I took a cab, they would question why they wouldn't take me back in their car. (yes my aunt DOES have a car but it's rarely used)
So, the lie for the whole day was... I went to my grandparents(M)' house to *NOT PLAY CARDS* hang around with my cousins, went coffeeing with them and chat with mom and watch Desperate Housewives. At 8pm, my mom and my aunt *which was actually my sis and her hubby* sent me back on a taxi. They had to leave and not come in and say hi cos the taxi was rented for the whole journey. So, my sis and her hubby had to drop me a bit far away from my gate in fear of meeting up with my grandparents(D). It all sounds insane but it was so funny. They left me off near my house and I bargained them to take me a little bit closer to the gate cos I heard some rats' noise in the sewer. So, they did and as we neared my house, we heard the garage door open and my sister and her hubby ran away in fear of meeting my grandparents. So, I came home... all safe..
I thought everything was safe but I was wrong.. I saw this juice glass in the living room and I asked my maid who came. My cousin *nicknamed TROUBLE* (who's been semi-disowned from my other grandparents(M)' house) came to visit me at my grandparents(D). Now, all I fear is her telling them that I was actually playing cards... cos that wouldn't be good. And I don't really know why she was here. I smell trouble.... I love her to death but she mingles stories and fuck up a lot of things. It's just something she's good at doing.. *sigh*
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