The Moley Prophet

It has been sometime since I last blogged. Not that I am lazy to blog, but just that I simply has no time to blog. And when I find the little time to blog, I always accidentally press the backward or forward key on my keyboard and wiped out my entry.

Sometime ago, I became a salesman, a businessman. Objective of do business is to earn money. But every time I made an effort to earn money, my mother will spoil my chances. She always scolds me saying that I cannot do business because both of us have different mindsets. And she thinks hers is the right one. I beg to differ. That is why we have always been quarrelling. Sometimes I get really angry but I did not refute. I did not argue. But no one knows about it. She doesn’t know. I am not like that idiot at home who likes to act like a saint but complain whenever he is able to. I hate these people. Hypocrites. At home, I and my dad got the most number of scoldings, but we are also the ones who do the most work. Whenever there is someone to be blamed, it is us. What we do never gets appreciated. None of the others at home would do the job that we do. But she never realizes that. I don’t think she ever will. All she does is complain that we never helped her. But she never scolded or asked the others to help. And the times when she said we never help her was when she made mistakes and wants to find someone to push the blame to. If this is what she thinks doing business is, I rather not have anything. If she thinks all these stuffs are for me and only, then she better not do anything. I cannot afford to carry this responsibility on behalf of everyone. Why? Every single one of them gets food and money. And she keeps saying she is helping dad to carry the burden of the loan. But she was the one who bought the damn house.

Why must the innocent ones get the blame? However unfair this world is, I will seek what I should get at the end of the day. He who makes me suffer, shall suffer 10 times.