what a grouch.

i hate living with my sister. she picks at every. single. thing. it's almost as if she 1. is ashamed of me, 2. thinks i am a child that cannot be spoken to in a mature manner (hence, the incessant scolding), and 3. believes she is superior to me in all respects (which basically explains the first two points). if she weren't pregnant, and if i weren't such a mature, responsible adult, i would have snapped back at her (or screamed at her) days ago. this just makes me all the more motivated to find my own place. speaking of which...

i realise that it is near-impossible to find a cheap place to live that is close to work. my boss offered to have me stay at his old house in the east side, but my older sister did not fancy it much. maybe because the place is a few blocks away from the red-light district. hm. i myself find nothing very wrong about it. my only inhibitions lie with the fact that we saw men drinking in front of the house late at night. that, plus the fact that i will be living on my own most of the time... not really the most comforting of thoughts. but right now i would rather brave drunk men at my front stoop than a hormonally-imbalanced older sister who has always lorded it over her younger siblings. five years older than i am, and she still throws temper tantrums. i really doubt her ability to be a good mother. but that is not really my problem now, is it? poor kid. that is all i have to say. the baby will definitely need me around for most of its formative years. otherwise, the child will end up psychologically scarred and emotionally maladjusted. among other things.

right. back to finding a new flat. away from the sibling from hell.