Monday, September 25, 2006

What did I do?

I was about to type a very nice entry about me meeting up with Lou-lou, Den and Mag, but FORGET IT! I came home, did NOTHING wrong but still got my ass screwed upside down by that psychotic mum of mine.

What did I do man?!! She accuses me of talking back to her but please lah, if she didn't start it off by being unreasonable, would I stand up for myself and rebut her??!

Here's what happened; I start my attachment tomorrow morning right? So being the obedient student that I am, I wanted to remove my nail varnish to avoid getting reprimanded by the staff nurse. I came home, asked my mum if I could borrow her nail polish remover and she said ok. So take lor.

HOW WAS I TO KNOW THAT THERE WAS ONLY A FEW DROPS LEFT IN THE BOTTLE?!

I only managed to remove the nail varnish off my left thumb. So am I supposed to report to work tomorrow with one unpainted nail and nine painted ones? NO RIGHT!! So I went and ask her if she had another bottle to spare...

Me: Mummy, you still have any more nail polish remover?

Her: *in a very loud tone* ON THE LIGHT AND SEE FOR YOURSELF LAH!!

Me: *on the lights and took a new bottle of remover*

Her: Aiyah! Why must on the bedroom light?! Dunno how to just on the dressing table light meh?!!

Me: Never mind lah... on whichever light also the same right?

Her: YOU TALK BACK DAMN CLEVER RIGHT?! IDIOT!!


What kind of mother is this sia?! I was being respectful by actually ASKING FOR HER PERMISSION when I wanted to borrow a new bottle ok!! The least she could do was be appreciative and answer my question. Need to shout at me meh?! Need to use vulgarities meh? Need to find fault with me over which light to on and which light not to on meh? Cheebye.

If she thinks that I'm not a good daughter, I would've simply walked into her room, on the lights, take her belongings WITHOUT ASKING and leave.

But did I do that?!! Did I do anything that gave her the right to yell at me and call me an "idiot"? Nabeh!!

Aku ask permission, kena marah. Tak ask pun kena marah. Pergi mati sudah lah!


My dad then asked me if I wanted to have kids in the future (got no link to my argument with her but he still asked. omg!). I told him no. I think I made the right choice in giving that answer. Know why? Because, according to some others, I have the exact same character as my mum. So if I ever have kids, I might treat them the way my mum treats me and no, I do not want others to suffer like how I am currently suffering.

I SHALL BE THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH WHO BARES THE SAME CHARACTERISTICS AS THAT WOMAN! God had better thank me for this; I am doing mankind a HUGE favour.

And in case you're wondering, here's the conversation that continued between me and my dad after he asked if I wanted to get pregnant:


Me: Because my character same as her.

Dad: *in a sarcastic tone* Hmm... Yah lor! Yah lor!

Me: So next time if I treat my kids the same way she treats me how? Why give birth to people and let them hate me?

Dad: Orh... dun wanna let them suffer ah? Then you want to get married?

Me: NO!!!!

Dad: Wah! Then you're going to depend on me your whole life ah?! Die lah like that!!

Me: Don't forget leh... she always talk bad about mama (my dad's mum). What if I do the same to my mother-in-law? And she always anyhow scold people... think she who sia?!

Dad: That's why... That's when you have to learn and change. Don't need to follow her what. Even your ah-gong (my mum's dad) also say that your mummy has a very bad temper. But I told him, I have to accept her since I married her. Sometimes I even have to step in and stop her from talking too much, cause if I don't, she'll go out of hand. So learn from her mistakes.

Me: Yah... learn from her mistakes... you very brave ah... can marry and tahan her for more than two decades. I live with her for 18 years only also cannot take it already ah.

Dad: Eh, watch your words ah... she's your mummy, you know.

Me: So? I just now never do anything wrong, she also scold me. Siao one!

Dad: Aiyah... maybe she's just in the wrong mood? Let her be lah.

Me: She wrong mood, my fault ah?! She still in "wrong mood" or not? Need me to be her punching bag?

Dad: Haiz!


Having my dad suffer from my hostility is enough. No kid of mine shall go through the exact same fate as him.