Known as 'the inkster', this goldfishy does have an attitude. I look like this one with my combination of flu and anger. Impressive, I could almost spit ink, hey!

This goldfish has a name, it's called the "Globe Eye or Demekin".
 

A Sonnet for Goldfish eyes

Goldfish eyes, so filled with despair,
Mine eyes have swelled like thee,
Seeming to tear even when weather so fair,
Everything of solace, I want not to see,
If magnified, I will resemble a glacier,
So cold and distant, and never warm,
A reflection of joy would make me fancier,
But the pain I feel could do me harm,
They can't brighten up even in glee,
For now the sadness has chosen to live,
As happiness comes, I will not flee,
Perhaps with love, joy I might give,
With a glance, I might appear sad,
Look carefully, I am actually glad!
 

No more dinners for you, little emperor...

The link between these words, 'Woman ... kitchen... Food ' is birthed by Egoistic Chinese men... and it's profoundly ludicrous and out of the world kind of experience especially when you're living with one! Even Tarzan has more table manners and better choice of vocab!
 
It's amazing that I am still going through such pains as a professional and grown woman!!! At this age, I'm not supposed to be having bitter mouth wars with my brother, 'the emperor' of the house. At this moment, I'd be more glad at writing his eulogy *sigh*. The little sweet boy I grew up with has somehow morphed into a giant wrangley rat that gnaws on my toes if dinner is not served on time or spew a creative string of 'F***' words or it's synonyms in the form of epithets for my hard days' work or any blood & sweat efforts. Sometimes I wonder, what went wrong? All of us siblings are made the same way, and are from the same factory! So, where did that monster come from?
 
It all began this way... I came back unusually late this evening but made a call home beforehand to tell bro that I don't feel like cooking tonight. Guess what's his answer? A pathetic whine that goes this way "...but I've boiled the rice and soaked the vegetables'. I said, '...but I'm too tired, you go ahead and cook it if you want to, but I'm not cooking tonight'. So, he grunted a 'yes' and the phone went dead. So, I took my time, driving home - extra slow - as my eyes are blurred from the whole day looking at the excel sheet on the monitor.
 
When I got home, I took out the days' groceries from the car into the house (I'm almost a perfect sister! Ran about the mall buying foodstock during my lunch hour!). Bro and gf were slumped on the couch watching TV, and didn't even bother to help me with the groceries. So, I wobbled slowly into the house, and finally when I set everything down in the kitchen, bro cocked his head to the side to peer at me (he was trying be cute in front of the girlfriend) and said, "we've prepared everything,  you just need to cook". I was irritated, and replied, "I'm too tired to do that". That's where all the insults started, right there, and right then --> in front of his girlie -- totally no respect for me! THE MOUTH WAR HAS BEGUN....
 
He lost it. He started using all sorts of profanities on me as if I'm worthless for feeling tired after returning from a days' work! He said tons of things that are linked to referring me as some low life because I'm too tired to cook! I told him off that he has no manners and has no respect. Then he threw a mental verbal that went hand in hand with his boasting about him being the owner of the house, and he could kick me out anytime, and he was not joking about it! Not with the kind of red-faced shout and knitted eye-brows! I got so flared up upon seeing and hearing all that and started screaming back at him that he could not even afford to get a loan without my help. Then he challenged me, 'So, what can you do, revoke your name from the loan?'. That's it, I blew up and ran up to the room to get the lawyer's number. All of a sudden, he got jittery but still no sign of remorse...  and he was close at heel from the behind and hurling more insults! I turned around and pointed right at his nose, and said, "stop it, you have no right to say anything to me". He said, 'I am angry and I say lots of things I don't mean'. I said, 'too late', and more ear-withering-insults came through. I slammed my room door 0n time, and was shaking in anger and crying away.
 
The next thing I did was to call Dad... *sigh* and let him know that I cannot delay the lawyer's letter that states my share of the house as bro is so 'big-headed' and claiming ownership when the house is only 50% his! Though the house title is in his name as 'parents insisted'... despite the rest of the 50% is from Dad, sister and me...  I told Dad of the situation and have made a decision, 'no more cooking and no more running the house and being taken for granted by my ungrateful brother!'... and need to check with Dad before I revoke my name from the loan else parents will throw a wobbly and take the first flight over to be at the emperor's side thinking that I have been unfair! *Geez* 
 
So, Dad talked me out of revoking my name out of the loan, as both himself and sis have put in most of their monies for the down payment while Bro has still not come up with a cent! If I revoke my name, meaning that the 10% will be washed down the drain and bro still wouldn't care! There I go again, telling Dad off for spoiling his son and making him into a 32-yr-old monster and letting him know all those lands and whatever heirloom to him name a tad bit too early! So, bro become an overnight millionaire and at the same time became more ungrateful than ever by even living off his sisters! He's going to marry soon, and soon, the little woman will live off me and sis too! *frown* 
 
On the phone, Dad said 'you don't know how to handle your brother'. I was seething when I heard this and said sarcastically, "How would you suggest I'd handle him?". Dad said, "Just walk away when he shouts at you". I said, "What? He was saying all sorts of sick words at me in front of his gf and WY!!" Dad said, "Someone has to give in". I went speechless, and continued, "I cannot be like you, Dad, I will not walk away from being bullied". Dad continued saying, "then you will lose your brother one day". I said, "I won't have a brother for long if he continues to give me a mental shakes of such, I've had it for as long as I can remember and live". I could hear Mom going off saying, "Oh, oh, oh... what is he going to eat if she won't cook for him?". I felt like screaming into the phone piece, "MOM, YOUR SON IS 32 YEARS OLD, LET HIM GROW UP!"
 
*Sigh*... anyway, I give up... and just went on to what I  have decided - NO MORE DINNERS FOR THE LITTLE EMPEROR! I called for this little family meeting after I have cooled down, and said calmly in front of WY and bro that I will no longer cook from then on. Bro got really upset, and said, "You should not take such drastic steps for something so small... the matter will blow over". I said, "No, I think this is the best thing to do so that we will not be obligated to each other and it'll end all quarrels". Bro continued, "My relationship with you is already bad, if you don't cook, it'll be worse". "For six years I've been cooking everyday, have you appreciated it and have you become better? Anyway, I've decided, you take care of your food from now on". I wanted to say more, but he cut my little speech, and he said, "Point taken, and if that's what you want, and I promise you, things will worsen from now on...".
 
Whatever that means, I still think I deserve a Superwoman Award and a little sympathy from my parents. Oh yeah, sis is also in the same boat as I am... we're soon to be seen as 'evil daughters' by parents for being the way we are, and of course, we're the 'evil sisters' to bro and his gf for not 'serving' bro... and for all I know, I see Bro's gf has totally taken over the washing of his clothes and ironing and mopping the house! Wow! All of bro's chores... we've got a new maid... and Bro's marrying her.  
 
Wooo hoooo! I feel good now... I let my 'angry little asian girl tantrums' out... I'm on the road to recoverrrrrrryyyyyyyy! Yippppeeee! lol *I'm going insane, maybe I can join a nunnery in Greece!*