JYSim for jobless-yokel Sim

Imagine this…
Mum came home from work, found you burying yourself in the couch watching ‘The Terminal’, so she felt jealous and announced that you will prepare dinner tonight. She wants dinner done in an hour.
You reluctantly got up and cursed 76 times, went into the kitchen to find that there were no beras. She have only RM100 in her wallet, so you pay RM13 for the 5kg rice (of course when you’re paying you won’t be so generous as to buy the best rice in the biggest pacakge in town).
You done dinner, within an hour. Not boasting but I’m very well-trained when it comes to preparing meals. But I’m not saying I like preparing meals, at least not preparing for people whom I don’t like or who broke promises (i.e. iPods). Unfortunately the maid is not back yet, she’s stuck in a jam with Dad. So to prevent Mum from lambasting you you scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom, left to right, so immaculately clean until it might even pass inspection for nomination becoming the kitchen of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth of Great Britain. Then, your sister walks in, poured herself orange juice while dripping a puddle on the countertop, and left.
You went in for a shower. When you’re done Dad’s back and they started dinner without you. You grabbed yourself a bowl, open the lid of the rice cooker only to discover that the remaining rice won’t even fill up the conventional bowl we use for containing soup.
After scraping the walls of the rice cooker, you went to the table to discover that your place was taken by Mum.
That was what happened to me this evening. And if Mr. Khoo King Sen is reading this post, this is why I can’t go to your party on the 15th of April. I would very much like to go but somehow I managed to screw up Mum and Dad and these are the consequences.
For fellow acquaintences, this incident is actually a sequel to a series of events happened over a stretch of a few weeks. The plot as follows:
1. SPM release, Mum and Dad was relatively pleased. Mum said I can buy anything I want.
2. A few days later I said a pen-drive might do me good since I’ll be needing one in the U, and my current 256 is not working properly after it fell from my study table when i accidently knocked it over while wrestling a mosquito. I said a decent 1G will cost around 200.
3. Mum approved.
4. Good-good friend Soon Khen suggested an mp3 player, since you can listen to music as well as use it as a pen-drive. I agreed. And since I’m no cincai person, I decided to get a shuffle. Firstly for its simplicity, and secondly for it’s lightness and durability. I had had nightmarish experiences with lots of electrical appliances from China.
5. Tactical approach: Mum’ll pay 200 and I’ll pay the rest.
6. Purchase date decided - 12th April 2006.
7. My devil sister told Dad on 11th April 2006 evening. Dad started lamenting on how harsh life was for my Grandma and how they begged Grandpa to buy them a Scrabble set. Attempt failed.
8. 12th April 2006 - while driving Dad asked me to call my aunt. She didn’t answer the phone and so I returned him the phone. He was very absorbed in driving and so I left it on the handbrake compartment. Later he dropped Mum and I at Gurney, and drove off to find a parking space.
9. He called 5 minutes later, saying that I had lost his phone and so on. For everybody’s information I’ve been leaving handphones at the handbrake compartment since year 1996 when he got his first mobile whenever he asked me to answer or make a call. He can’t probably forget a 10-year tradition that day, provided he was kidnapped by Martians and had his memory modified in 5 minutes.
10. Mum told me off for being irresponsible. So after buying her cosmetics we left, with Dad ‘recovering’ his phone later. No iPod.
I will never become such adults.

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