i am not belle

I’m in hiding at the moment. Not from the Immigration Department, but from these particular cousins (who are probably worse) who’ve decided to just drop by uninvited. They seem to do this every Chinese new year and it gives me the shits. This time last year, I was smart enough to leave the house, but because they didn’t come yesterday, I had assumed they would not be coming at all. I have obviously forgotten about Sunday, which is still very much part of the weekend and is today. It’s not so much my cousins who annoy me, but their goddamn bratty children who do everything from running around the house really loudly and pulling things off shelves. I’ve decided to take refuge in my room and when said visitors have inquired about my M.I.A-ness, my parents, understanding of the fact that I am annoyed by surprise visitors, did a great job of lying and said I was stuck in bed with the fever. It seemed to be forgotten very shortly afterwards.

There’s probably nothing more domestically annoying than people dropping over without informing us earlier. It’s not polite, it doesn’t give us any time to be ready and we’re just supposed to let them in? Get fucked. Although, I do suppose that with our extended family, they do just drop by whenever they feel it’s convenient for them. I don’t think I’d ever consider going over to somebody’s place without perhaps asking. It’s all down to basic manners in the end.

There’s so many things rushing through my mind at the moment. So far, they all include escape plans, but that’d be unsuccessful, because I have the “fever”, or am supposed to, and what would they think if I were to just walk past the lot of them to get through the front door. Even if I go through the back door, I’d still have to slip past them. Dammit.

I am feeling a little nibblish, but it’s the unnecessary type, and I can’t get to the fridge, either, without passing them. Now I am starting to understand why people have their whole lives in their bedrooms. It saves the effort of walking past unwelcomed relatives.

I have this Friday to look forward to, but apart from all that, everything is looking pretty mediocre. Especially my chances at escaping house.

Oh great, I think one of the brats injured themselves because I heard a loud thump followed by crying.