Mothers

Wonderful person she is (at times), but gosh, so damn controlling over every teeny-weeny thing.

Her worrying is wearing me out.

As it is, our windows are grilled and locked, and there are 2 padlocks on the front gate and my main gate is padlocked as well.

There's an alarm system that rings the very second someone shakes the grills or doors. There's are 5 padlocks in the entire house and every door has a lock and a bolt/latch.

The last time someone broke in to our home and stole our stuff, she freaked out. Made my uncles built grills everywhere in our home. When I say everywhere, it means the entire house.

My house is a double storey terrace. NOT the big and glamour houses you see in Damansara Heights or Tropicana. No big cars, no huge gardens filled with 10 feet tall bonzais, no big and tall gates that hover over you menacingly when you are at my main gate. None of those glamour things that you see at those big, rich-ass houses.

Just a very simple double-storey terrace house.

She made my uncles build a grill at the end of the staircase leading to the upper floor of my house. AND, she put 2 (TWO...!!!) padlocks on the grill. So OTT.

We'll be the first family to perish together in a fire should a fire breakout in my house. And if someone actually breaks in to my room (my room because I'm the only young female at home), I can't even tell my family to run away quietly because unlocking the padlocks dead in the middle of the night will be noisy (DUH).

And only seconds ago, I told her I'm going out for dinner with a friend. She started asking about everything, who, what, where, when, how, why. KNNCBB. It's freaking irritating. I told her straight that I'm fucking 22 year old and yada yada. It's too tiring to go into details.

Sigh. When is she gonna stop controlling and learn to understand that I'm a grown up, I've started working, I got my clients to meet and my clients can't always make it during working hours, that's why I will have to meet them after working hours (as it is, I don't finish work at 6 on the dot). SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH.

It's so darn tiring. Cut me some slack-la can? Arghhhhhhhh.

Oh yeah, she has this irritating habit of chatting with me about every other topic out in the world at the weirdest times of the day, especially in the mornings.

As her office is in SS2, she always likes to leave at like fucking 7am from Puchong (konon la avoid the jam), and sometimes, I don't feel particularly sleepy so I'm not sleeping in the car on the way there, just listening to Light & Easy play their slow songs that does nothing to perks me up. As it is, my brain takes about 1/2 an hour to really start functioning properly, what more it's seven-fucking-am in the freaking morning, of course it takes longer for me to wake up.

And she start blabbering away about some random topics while I was just sitting there, stoning. Half of the time, she'll start talking about the random gal that got raped and killed the other day (Oh, so poor thing arr?? But I can't do anything to help her right?) or it's not so safe in the society now (Since when was it ever safe, in the first place?) and I have to take good care of myself and *blocks out everything that is said*.

It's not my fault that an extremely stupid girl was forced to be prostitutes (because she's willing to help her boyfriend pay off some stupid debts from the loan sharks) or that she was raped while walking home, or another girl was raped by the boyfriend and his bunch of friends.

Mahai, not my fault that some sick mofo decided to go and rape his very own girlfriend with his bunch of friends RIGHT..!?!?!? I know my friends well enough and I won't go out with some random fella who I've just met once for dinner and things like that. You think I'm that naive is it? ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Fuck it. I had enough. Don't wanna be blogging anymore about this. I'm gonna have a nice weekend off.

Enjoy.