Friday, December 30, 2005

What I simply can't tolerate

So I partied with my colleagues on Christmas eve, yelled my head off while partying and ended up with a sore throat which feels rougher than sand paper.

I am not complaining. I had an enjoyable time and I will not put the blame on anyone or anything because it was MY FAULT for shouting too much.

Just two days ago, while my throat was still sore and my voice barely audible, I asked my sis to get me a bar of Cadbury chocolates. WHAT?! Sore throat cannot makan chocolates ah?! I say can leh! What'cha gonna do about it huh, HUH?

Then a moment ago, my mum and sis were going to AMK Central (one of the most boring places on Earth) and she asked if I wanted to tag along with them for lunch and some shopping. I said, "Don't want." and the moment my mum heard my cracky voice, she went, "YOU BETTER STOP EATING CHOCOLATES ALREADY! YOUR VOICE IS SO BAD AND YOU STILL GO AND BUY THOSE THINGS TO EAT!".

Eh, hello! I'm standing right next to you. NEED TO SHOUT UNTIL SO LOUD AH?! My eyesight isn't 100% perfect, but please don't make my hearing deteriorate as well, ok?

I told her that it wasn't the chocolates that made my voice sound flaky (it was due to too much shouting) but she just had to rub salt on my wound by adding, "Yah! That Christmas party! Your throat was already affected and you still go and eat chocolate!".

To all mothers out there, if you're concern about your child or just "doing your job" to prevent them from falling sick, I suggest you talk to them in a tone different from the kind trainers use on animals. Now, if you take my advice, I assure you, your kid will obey you with immediate effect.

Many people know how huge a fan I am over Cadbury chocolates (it would take me just one week to find the 6th Golden ticket). My dad nags at me occasionally for taking in so much heaty stuff. But "nags" are often more effective than "yells".

Let's put chocolates aside and move on to something else, say, doing the laundry.

EVERYTIME my mum wants me to do the laundry, I would find all kinds of excuses to avoid that chore because 1) I didn't want her to get her way 2) her tone of voice was downright RUDE and 3) I buay song.

Imagine, you're watching a "LIVE" match and someone from the kitchen shouts, "OI! COME AND WASH THE CLOTHES LAH!". How would you feel? How would you react? I'm definately not the sort of person that goes, "Yes ma'am! I'm coming ma'am! Sorry ma'am!".

You want someone to take orders from you, you go hire a maid. I'm only doing the laundry because 1) I'm not a spoilt brat 2) My clothes are in the pile and 3) it's the least I can do to help out at home. I have a choice of whether or not to do the chore. I chose to do it because if I don't, that pile of clothes would grow so much, the laundry basket would fall apart.

Back to the scenario, she "asks" me to start the chore but I "heck care, dun care, fuck care" and continue starring at Kaka's sexy ass on ESPN. This time, she comes out into the living room and demands that I attend to the chore that minute. I turn around and grumble, "Later lah! Can wait until half time or not?! Nag, nag, nag!".

My dad (who's sitting beside me) would then say to me, "Jie, later half time go and do your stuff first. After that you're free already right?". I'd just go, "Yeah, yeah. Fine."

See? What a difference it makes! You talk to me nicely, I give you my word. You treat me like some kinda mongrel who's trying to excape her bath, I give you attitude. Think what? I'm one of those filipino/indonesian maids that let their employers step all over them and end up getting abused?

Sibeh farnie ah.

If I ever have to be a domestic helper (choy! touch wood), my employer had better treat me like a human being. TALK NICELY AND TEACH PROPERLY! You shout shout, I whack whack. You whack whack, I sue sue. Not happy, send me home! Yay! No need to see your face liao. WOOTS!

Everyone has a choice. You can choose to talk to me with a decent tone OR continue ordering me around with that fucked tone like I owe you everything (which I don't). Remember, I managed to survive two years WITHOUT you when I was 11. At 17, I can definately survive longer without your incessant reprimandings.