What the fuck is wrong with some people?
Ever since my A-Levels exams ended, I have been rotting away.
My mum obviously doesn't approve of that. But, isn't that what every student would do?
She has been nagging and nagging for the past one month and I'VE HAD ENOUGH.
DOES SHE EXPECT ME TO SIT AT MY STUDY TABLE DOING FURTHER MATH QUESTIONS OR GOING THROUGH MY PHYSICS NOTES?
She doesn't like me going online 24/7 because "it's a waste of time."
Okay, maybe she has other plans for me. Like reading, playing the piano, and the likes.
She thinks the only reason I go online is to "chit chat" on MSN.
I do many various things online. Like watching videos, expanding my general knowledge, blogging, listening to songs, and playing games. The vast sea of cyber space is the best place to explore and see new things.
She doesn't see that. She thinks I'm rotting away in front of the computer and every time she hears the tapping of the keyboard, she thinks I'm "chit chatting" on MSN. It doesn't seem to occur to her that I might be typing some search keywords in Google, looking for songs to download, or just blogging.
I don't see the fucking difference. If she thinks I'd be better off spending my time reading a novel instead, I can read online, too. There are online novels, online news, and, if I really run out of reading materials, Wikipedia is always there to cure my boredom. Or would she rather I watch TV instead? I watch videos on You Tube and Veoh.
What is the fucking difference?
FYI, I actually do learn when I go online, so it isn't all a waste of time, you know?
I can bet that my general knowledge is so much wider than hers, all thanks to the Internet.
Everything else she thinks I should do instead of "going online", I do them online.
Of course, I have tried explaining that, but it just doesn't make any sense to her.
Lately, Xing and I have just finished designing our very own Gossip Babies T-shirt. With our very own logo on the front, and our names on the back.
My mum should be proud that I put soooo much effort in it, right? I mean, I finally found something I felt passionate about, besides "wasting my time going online", right? She did seem like she would very much want me to do something "productive". I had finally found something to occupy myself with.
When I proudly showed her the finished product, all she said was that I had wasted my time doing it.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER??? I JUST FOUND SOMETHING NEW TO OCCUPY MY OTHERWISE "WASTED TIME" AND NOW SHE SAYS I AM WASTING MY TIME DOING IT?
IF THAT IS SO, THEN WHAT, IN HER OPINION IS "NOT A WASTE OF TIME"?
WHY DON'T YOU GO TO THE KNITTING OR CROSS-STITCH LOVERS AND TELL THEM THEY ARE WASTING THEIR TIME TOO? TELL THOSE PEOPLE WHO LOVE DRAWING THEY ARE WASTING THEIR PRECIOUS TIME DRAWING! OR TELL THOSE WHO LOVE HANDCRAFT THAT MAKING HANDCRAFT IS JUST A WASTE OF TIME!
It seems to me that she is just dissatisfied with anything I do.
I am so fucking pissed off.
And she thinks it "isn't normal" for me to sleep in till 1 p.m..
Everyone does that, when they get the chance to, don't they? I mean, 1 p.m. isn't really that late, is it? Many people wake up at 2 or 3 in the afternoon. Instead of being dissatisfied with me, she should feel happy about the things I am not doing:
1. Sleeping in till 3 or 4 in the afternoon.
2. Falling asleep at 8 a.m. .
3. Going clubbing till the wee hours in the morning.
4. Getting involved in crime.
5. Being engaged in rampant sex.
6. Not coming home for days and days on end.
Oh, and she complains I never talk to her.
Of course not, lah! Not when I get nagged at with every sentence I say!
Just a few days back, I was contemplating whether or not to tell her that my A-Levels results will be out on the 21st of January.
I made the grave mistake of telling her.
Me: My results are coming out on the 21st of January.
Mum: Good la! Then after you get your results, you can start applying for universities. You have been wasting too much time at home. You always go online, sleep at weird hours...nag, nag, nag...You are so undisciplined....nag, nag, nag...When are you going to lead a normal life...nag, nag, nag...All you ever do is "chit chat" (Personally, I hate the term "chit chat". Whoever uses that term anymore? It's just chat. "Chit chat" sounds so...old fashioned and childish. Sheesh.) with your friends...nag, nag, nag...
And she expects me to tell her "everything that happens in my life" and talk to her in a friendly manner like "how all mothers and daughters do".
Just one single sentence gets her nagging for hours. How do you think she'd expect me to talk to her and tell her "everything"?
I'm not stupid, you know.
Oh, yes. One can very well guess that she nagged at me again when I told her about the GB shirt I put so much effort in designing.
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