Sunday, August 9, 2009
How to get mom off your case
Due to a mis-communication on HER part, mom came home with a face blacker then the year-end monsoon clouds.
And people who have been over our place often enough knows mom takes her anger out by knocking on my door every five minutes or so for random reasons. Towel washing to what time I have to wake up tomorrow.
Anger management issues.
Solution, rig up the old laptop with Zuma and get it set up in her room, on her bed.
It's 2.10am and I haven't heard a single knock on the door yet tonight.
That makes a first ever since I started the habit of locking the door since Bro snuck into my room in the morning to turn on the modem, almost a decade ago.
Bliss.
Thank you Zuma.
And people who have been over our place often enough knows mom takes her anger out by knocking on my door every five minutes or so for random reasons. Towel washing to what time I have to wake up tomorrow.
Anger management issues.
Solution, rig up the old laptop with Zuma and get it set up in her room, on her bed.
It's 2.10am and I haven't heard a single knock on the door yet tonight.
That makes a first ever since I started the habit of locking the door since Bro snuck into my room in the morning to turn on the modem, almost a decade ago.
Bliss.
Thank you Zuma.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Growing up
24 is a nice age, was my thought on my way to work this morning. Old enough not to be shocked at Life's random surprises, yet still young enough to enjoy every moment and experience.
Sis was gripe-ing about her mom coupla days ago and at the end of it, she said, "Your mom is better." (I have to admit, I love my aunt as an aunt, but really can't imagine life with her as my mom.)
It also occurred to me that, actually, I don't hate mom. Not really. Sure, once in a blue moon she treats me like crap, but then again, everyone treats someone like crap at some point of time or another, so yeah, I don't think I hate mom. Mom does have her good qualities, you can talk to her about almost anything (except borrowing money). I can even cuss in front of her, though she will start trying to cover my mouth saying girls shouldn't be vulgar (even though she cracks the dirtiest jokes I know). She listens to me when I say no, (like refusing to let a particular auntie join us on an overseas trip), and best of all, she always tries to show off my doodles (to aunties who also get impressed when they see an elephant paint) and encourages me to do more (even though I suckass).
Nope, I don't hate her for the way she treats me. The only thing I can't stand is the way she treats my dad. So in a twisted, childish and roundabout way, I treat mom like crap for treating dad like crap.
Makes sense?
By the end of my train ride, I had a new resolution. Treat mom better, treat dad even better.
Who said only girls deserve it?
Sis was gripe-ing about her mom coupla days ago and at the end of it, she said, "Your mom is better." (I have to admit, I love my aunt as an aunt, but really can't imagine life with her as my mom.)
It also occurred to me that, actually, I don't hate mom. Not really. Sure, once in a blue moon she treats me like crap, but then again, everyone treats someone like crap at some point of time or another, so yeah, I don't think I hate mom. Mom does have her good qualities, you can talk to her about almost anything (except borrowing money). I can even cuss in front of her, though she will start trying to cover my mouth saying girls shouldn't be vulgar (even though she cracks the dirtiest jokes I know). She listens to me when I say no, (like refusing to let a particular auntie join us on an overseas trip), and best of all, she always tries to show off my doodles (to aunties who also get impressed when they see an elephant paint) and encourages me to do more (even though I suckass).
Nope, I don't hate her for the way she treats me. The only thing I can't stand is the way she treats my dad. So in a twisted, childish and roundabout way, I treat mom like crap for treating dad like crap.
Makes sense?
By the end of my train ride, I had a new resolution. Treat mom better, treat dad even better.
Who said only girls deserve it?
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Haha~
Sis recommended an effervescent tablet thingy for clearing phlegm. Finally bought it today at the pharmacy and dunked one tab into a mug of water. While waiting for it to finish sizzling, I went to do some other stuff.
Dad came home, went into the kitchen, a downed a mouthful out of my mug. He came out with a pained face and went, "Why your water taste so funny one?"
Mom and I looked at each other, "You drank from the beige mug?"
"Ya lo! Taste so funny!"
"THAT ONE WAS MY/HER MEDICINE!" Mom and I yelled together.
*dies laughing*
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Dad came home, went into the kitchen, a downed a mouthful out of my mug. He came out with a pained face and went, "Why your water taste so funny one?"
Mom and I looked at each other, "You drank from the beige mug?"
"Ya lo! Taste so funny!"
"THAT ONE WAS MY/HER MEDICINE!" Mom and I yelled together.
*dies laughing*
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Bake the WHA?!
After lesson, bought Kambing Soup for Dad while I waited for him to pick me up. (Kambing Soup is mutton soup, indian style.) As we were entering the house Dad turned to me and mumbled (he was very tired), "Later bake the rat."
Me: WHAT?!
Dad: Bake the raaaaattt....
Me: Whaaaattt???!?!?!?!??!
Dad: The rat the rat, bake the rat.
Me:.... you mean bread.
Dad: Ya la, I said bread what.
Me: No, it sounded like rat.
Dad: No ah, I said bread.
Me: No, bread is brrrrrrrrrrr-ead.
BRRRRR!
Me: WHAT?!
Dad: Bake the raaaaattt....
Me: Whaaaattt???!?!?!?!??!
Dad: The rat the rat, bake the rat.
Me:.... you mean bread.
Dad: Ya la, I said bread what.
Me: No, it sounded like rat.
Dad: No ah, I said bread.
Me: No, bread is brrrrrrrrrrr-ead.
BRRRRR!
Monday, July 27, 2009
.........
Why did I even bother?
Fuck it.
(Yes, please pardon this slip of vulgarity. Pissed is understatement right now.)
Fuck it.
(Yes, please pardon this slip of vulgarity. Pissed is understatement right now.)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Nana
Had to do this because blogger's all bugged on me. Anyway, my 3-yr old cousin on my dad's side.
So cute!
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So cute!
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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Enough?
Been playing with the idea for some time, but decided to be a better person, let live and forget. But I think my threshold of tolerance has been crossed far too many times.
Enough.
I'm sick of people using me as an excuse.
Enough.
I'm sick of people using me as an excuse.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Mas's prezzie
THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!! A DO-IT-MYSELF THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!!THOUSAND SUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love you mas. LOL!
P.S I have progressed to literally coughing up phlegm. Ew.
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