Exploitation of daughter rights.
Nobody likes a preplanned schedule ruined by a last minute notice. Wait, it's more like a last second notice. He-llo! I have diligently planned my monday morning with a visit to Sunway College's library *Yes, I'd just sneak in a with my long overdue ID* to do a research for my Sociology term paper on Feminism. I need a not less than 2500 words report and how the fuck am I suppose to come out with that figure. Next in the afternoon from 12-3pm, I'll join my brother with his and/or our childhood friend who has just came back from the States in Redbox. I haven't been to Redbox for the past century and it was a die or take option. In the evening, I'd go for a swim and visit the house gym for some exercise.
See how healthy my day would be? I've planned it in such way which I know for sure that my grandmother, my mother or even my brother would nod their heads in approval. Yes, I need approval from my brother even! Fuucckkk But oh, that's another long winded grandmother story altogether.
So yesterday after the detailed planning, I happily finished my Marian Keyes and I slept at 3am. After 5 hours *It didn't sound too long did it? I haven't slept enough and I'm having a cough!* , my mother just barged her way into my clearly noted -DND- door, washed my curtain aside in such manner as though she's an artist *swoops* and my butt was reluctantly greeted by the merciless morning UV ray without any SPF protection. She shook me so hard as if I've been in Acey City during the tsunami earthquake. Fuucckkk
*Suyi...Suyi* And so she called..and she sounded as though she's calling for spirit! Oh malehHom malehHom, spirit of Christine thy shall come home! *Chills~!!* And fuck that rhymes.. After she has succeded in ruining my sleep, she further ruin my day! She just dropped it by saying:" Hurry up! Wash up and get ready, follow me to the office. I've loads of paperwork to be done and my new clerk is only coming in on 3rd June. You'll be staying till the night, I have a night meeting and you're coming along." Fuucckkk
She didn't even bother to ask if I have anything to do for the day. Even if she asked, I am still "legally" bound to comply to what she asked me to do according to the contract terms signed under the Law of Nature Role enforced by Lord Josephine aka the mother. But for Mary, Christ, Joseph's sake, can't you just blardy ASK ???? At least that'll make me feel respected! I was throwing a massive tantrum in my room after knowing that and I took it out on my pillows, bolster, my clothes when I was choosing what to wear and etc etc. Then I took it out on the Vios when she has asked me to drive it away from the gate. I made a turn around the garden and I stepped on it! Fuucckkk
Words came flooding into my head forming themselves into sentences expressing my anger and without second thoughts, I took my pen and notebook and my hand went non stop writing in the car. I didn't blurt a word to her along the journey to the office and I was scribbling on the book while she pass down her orders. *Do this...then pass it to HanMing, Do that and email it, Call this, Answer that.* Then she nags on the amount of time I spent in the washroom in the morning. Bitch, she just woke me up when she was all dressed and set while I still need to shower and ready. So much for her dictatorial rulling in the house. And oh, she didn't even give me time for breakfast. She's a mean employer and a cruel unreasonable mother. Fuucckkk
My inner voice is shrieking asking me to rebound!
"Christine, get a life! You never spoke back to your mother no matter how wrongful she is."
"Sorry but that's the value I was brought up with - To comply and to accept regardless how much I resent it."
"Look at you! You're 20, young and vibrant but you've only been to a club once. And mamak-ing was often missing in your dictionary but actively emerging in your mother's."
"I have enough of my friends telling me so and I'm so sick and annoyed hearing it because it makes me feel like a complete fool and NO I don't need it from you again. *Bang, hit myself on the head to get rid of the inner voice*"
..................................................................................................................... Good, pulse rate - zero. Fuucckkk


