Dishes, dishes....

OK, OK. I originally made this blog for me to whine about my life, so here I go.

Me, as the only daughter of the family, always wash the dishes, wash the dishes, wash the dishes. It's not like I hate washing the dishes. It's just I hate doing it every 5 minutes. No one in this family (exclude my parents) would feel considerate to even wash their own dish.

So, I felt frustrated one day. I ask my stupid brother to help me to wash the damn dishes. Guess what? He ignores me! WTF? I even shouted at him. I felt like a fool, felt like talking to a wall. It's silly of me, crying over that matter.

Till now, I'm still the one who wash the dishes. Every 5 minutes. Mountains of dishes, on top of that, everytime. I don't know how it got like that.

I just wish my brothers will know how to wash their own dishes properly in the future. And me, I will find a maid, just to wash the dishes!