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Lim Wan Ru, Michelle
(Mrs. Oh)
22 going 23!
Republic Polytechnic
GRADUATED!!!
Diploma in Integrated Events Management
School of Hospitality
Modern Dance IG & JIVE IG
The Ascott Group | Somerset Bencoolen | Guest Service Officer
Happily Married!!!

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I was staring at my laptop screen, when once again my mother was beloved-ly throwing her favorite tantrum on me. Anger, hate, disappointment, sorrow and other fucking emo stuff. Being from a family of 2 marriages, 2 divorces, 5 half siblings, countless grandmothers and an infinite supply of mind torturing quarrels. I think I know what crap is in life. And having a mother who only knows how to dig up the fucking past, is freaking hurting every single time!

So much for motherly support before my big day of FYP assessment. Thanks a lot for a whole bunch of nothing mum! I really hate to love you so much... And do you know how the whole crap quarrel started? Just by a simple remark, which wasn't even meant as a bad comment, and she blew the whole fucking situation up.

It went something like this:


Mother: " Bla bla bla, can I have your cousin's phone number?"

Me: " For? Haha, you want to talk to him? Hehe..."

Mother: " No la, what you thinking, he is not my type." (I know this is like no link, but well.)

Me: " Haha... Oh..."

Mother: " I think your cousin should know more about hang out places than me, for your birthday. What about bringing Clara?" (My mother's best friend, NOT mine.)

Me: " What about my uncles and cousins? I know you will say a no to them coming for my birthday. But you ask Clara who is not even family." (This is were she was apparently starting not be happy.)

Mother: " Well. I was actually planning a surprise for you, to go to a place and invite all your friends and whatever. Ok. And Clara is better than my family!" (Thanks a lot mum for that remark.)

Me: " I never asked for my friends to join in for this birthday. It's ok. There is no need to spend so much money either. And by the way, you shouldn't have told me about your plan if it was supposed to be a surprise! Oh oh... Now no more surprise... *Makes a silly face*" (I wasn't even being very sarcastic or serious at this point of time.)

Mother: " Hey, I am trying to organize YOUR birthday here ok! And this is what I get?" (Woman, what's up with you? I just made a casual remark and you're blowing things up?)

Me: " I never asked for anything, but just to celebrate a very simple 21st birthday with my own family!"

Mother: " BLA BLA BLA BLA FUCK NAG NAG NAG FUCK SCOLD SCOLD SCOLD!" (This is where the real party started.)


I mean come on! I wasn't even being serious or sarcastic or hateful! I was just passing a fucking casual remark? So people aren't allowed to be democratic these days is it? To hell with that...

Do you know, dear mother, every single year when I organize your birthday, you somehow manage to spoil it by being so FREAKING pessimistic??? How is that? You don't know that do you? Talking about love and care... Fuck that... In this family, or the familiessss I have... There is no such thing. Our feelings are gone. Most of them at least...