Four days
That's the number of days since the start of my vacation when another argument between my relatives broke down inside the house.
It's not something relevant for a blog...family feud and all but these kind of arguments here in the house are mostly hilarious to the audiences.
The main characters of these arguments are usually my grandmother and my sister. Their relationship is, well, grandmother and granddaughter with a big serving of personal vendettas.
We've all heard about an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, yeah?
Well in this case my grandmother and sister are both unstoppable forces who just can't come to a peaceful conclusion. They just always have to clash.
My mom, nephew and I are just on the sidelines observing two female gladiators (one aged with experience and one a little bit immature with a superiority complex) battle it out with words as sharp as blades and polearms as unwieldy as irrationality.
Of course, the point always goes to the one with the rightful argument. My grandmother is always right but she shows too much authority that everyone else gets annoyed. My sister, on the other hand, feels like she has the right to be the center of attention because of her son...and all other trivial matters set to a frighteningly high degree that it puts hard earned Ph.D's to shame (just a figure of speech, please don't be upset).
My point is that even with a 70 something senior citizen and a 20 something soon to be teacher, wisdom and responsibility should come first so that they could settle their arguments in a manner which does not invite the gossip of other people.
There's no need to raise their voices just so everyone else could hear and feel their misery.
Actually, no one cares about the flesh of the argument what people care about is only what they see and what they'd make out of it.
Rethinking about their argument earlier now makes me want to share it here. But I won't make a novel out of it. After all those talk, after all those rants the conclusion...um, there is no conclusion.
Their argument will most likely continue till tomorrow and maybe if space-time dictates it, it'll last until the end of the year.
I really want to write the whole thing down but here's just the keywords: Cell phone, taken, missing, baby bottles, salt, magic 8 ball...just wtf really.
On a side note, my favorite Pokemon is now Espurr
*photo of Espurr is not mine...obviously*
That's the number of days since the start of my vacation when another argument between my relatives broke down inside the house.
It's not something relevant for a blog...family feud and all but these kind of arguments here in the house are mostly hilarious to the audiences.
The main characters of these arguments are usually my grandmother and my sister. Their relationship is, well, grandmother and granddaughter with a big serving of personal vendettas.
We've all heard about an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, yeah?
Well in this case my grandmother and sister are both unstoppable forces who just can't come to a peaceful conclusion. They just always have to clash.
My mom, nephew and I are just on the sidelines observing two female gladiators (one aged with experience and one a little bit immature with a superiority complex) battle it out with words as sharp as blades and polearms as unwieldy as irrationality.
Of course, the point always goes to the one with the rightful argument. My grandmother is always right but she shows too much authority that everyone else gets annoyed. My sister, on the other hand, feels like she has the right to be the center of attention because of her son...and all other trivial matters set to a frighteningly high degree that it puts hard earned Ph.D's to shame (just a figure of speech, please don't be upset).
My point is that even with a 70 something senior citizen and a 20 something soon to be teacher, wisdom and responsibility should come first so that they could settle their arguments in a manner which does not invite the gossip of other people.
There's no need to raise their voices just so everyone else could hear and feel their misery.
Actually, no one cares about the flesh of the argument what people care about is only what they see and what they'd make out of it.
Rethinking about their argument earlier now makes me want to share it here. But I won't make a novel out of it. After all those talk, after all those rants the conclusion...um, there is no conclusion.
Their argument will most likely continue till tomorrow and maybe if space-time dictates it, it'll last until the end of the year.
I really want to write the whole thing down but here's just the keywords: Cell phone, taken, missing, baby bottles, salt, magic 8 ball...just wtf really.
On a side note, my favorite Pokemon is now Espurr
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| just look at those adorable eyes and that cute little mouth and those fluffy ears...it's like it's telling me to "love me or die" |
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