House Invasion, Geek-Style

While my cohorts were lounging in the brighter side of Summerville, I, the perpetual mutant of darkness was punished for my growing idleness. It was a punishment utterly severe and despicable that I could not bear to look back at it to this day without being overcome by seizures. Yes, I was condemned to housekeeping.

My elder housemates as a child would attest to the fact that I, no matter how strange as it sounds, was raised to the likenesss of a princess. I was the precious unica hija for five years, but the pressures of my absolute meekness killed whatever promise of a prima donna attitude. It was quite fortunate I was fond of self-guilt-tripping even as a child. Unless I was darn pissed off to care for their feelings, I made sure I was keeping up to their standards of a good girl, even if that meant I was to sit in a corner quietly boring myself comatose.

Where was I? Oh, yes, housekeeping.

Back to my story, the primary weeks of my summer vacation looked very promising I was almost inspired to write a whole batch of stories. I guess the curse began when I went on a tryst with my SO, the mentally complex sage Ivan. Going out on a rendezvous is a habit I do to break the monotony out of life. It's just like going out with your friends, only more exciting because you risk being seen by someone who knows you or your parents. Anyway, the day didn't go as I had planned. I ended up leaving him (not exactly leaving because he was supposed to go home anyway and I forced the idea of sticking to his time table just to get away from him).

Halfway through the vacation, our househelp had to leave for the province for her "summer break". Of course, I had to assume the role of governess, maid and cook for a while. Having a similar experience the previous summer, the job was less chaotic this time. With a regular salary, normal water supply and cooperative wards, I could've almost loved my summer. Which is not to say I am complaining in any way. My only problem turned out to be a malicious, breathing organism in the form of my younger sister Dita (short for maldita). Dita should have an article all on her own, but to do that, I would have to relive every grueling pain she caused me. To sum her up in sentence, Dita is a lazy, vain and bitchy crybaby. She never misses a day for crying, along with questioning my authority. Much as I wished to implement martial law, that meant my younger brother Loki would have to be under it too to ensure equality of status. His only crime as far as I know is severe addiction to our computer.

From noon till midnight—noon, because that's my usual wake up time—, I would strain my capacities in household chores. Name any fried viand and I'm sure I had already cooked it! Physical pain? You don't know it until you stooped to the most agonizing places to wash your dishes in the labahan! Yes, the Queen of Geekdom knows physical pain!!!

Nothing compensated for my troubles. Alas, the head of our maid, who up to now is MIA, seems impossible. Thank you, but my 'rents have enough trouble already without me asking for a quick trip to a resort. It's enough that I had training for a buffer bod. What's a world-class hired hit-in-the-making for if it's only the brains I've got?