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15th march.
nineteen, biitches.
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
thinking back, growing up in two differerent households made my childhood a whole lot more interesting. but, having two sets of parents always seemed to confuse peers. like, "why so many?" okay, now that bit confused me. many? ahhah, when did a couple become many. 2 sets of parents; father&step mum, mother&step dad. how hard it that to understand?
i think the best part of having two sets of parents is when one set denies you of anything, you always have the other set to go to. hahaha. and in the latter, including how the former refused you and how you were misunderstood and how you really need that one thing usually helps. i think divorced parents have this thing where it's like, competition on who's the better parent and i think they feel bad that like, just cause the marriage didnt work out, the kids "suffer" and they do everything they can just cause they're in guilt. whatev, i'm not complaining.
chinese new year and festive seasons are also pretty amazing, cause you'll now have an extra set of family to go to collect well, festive givings ((=
so i think due to my parents' personalities, i've come to learn along the years to go to which parent for what. Without Fail, when it comes to education and grades, my Mum's the freakin' grinch, and my Dad's motto has always been "That's okay, as long as you tried your best." hahahaha//
mid- years are going on at the moment, and seriously, this is the WORSTWORSTWORSTWORSTWORST time of my life. since day one of year 12, we've been brainwashed that if we fail mid-years, we're basically going to fail our entire year because school assessment is worth like, 60% or 40% or smthg of our entire grade and whatever we score for mid-years will just sit for the rest of the year unless a miracle happens and Chantal passes math. thus, Major Stress. like, it's so stressful i cant find the joke in it. usually, it's all fun and games and it doesnt hit me til i'm sitting there after getting my results, and it's like, "Opps, guess i should have studied harder. oh well, there's always next time." but now it's really bad, cause next time would mean Prelims and if i'm sitting there with my unheard of grades thinking there's always next time, i would probably flunk my TEEs and find myself kicked out of home. at least, that's the worst that could happen right.
anyway, the point is i shared my stress with my Mum, in hope of some sympathy. should have known better; My Mum? Not a Big Believer of Sympathy.
me: mummyyyyyyyyyy. i just had my math exam. mummy, it was so so so so so baddddd, okay! like it was soooo super hard. Everyone was complaining how hard it was.
mother: what does that mean? that you're going to fail?
me: ... i didnt have enough time to finish doing it though. but i really tried my best!
mother: well. your best wasnt good enough now, was it?
Blahhhhh. i continued whining on the phone to her til she belived i was upset that the math paper went Horribly horribly wrong.
my Dad on the other hand rang me after the paper and i was all dejected and upset. LMAO, most retarded thing everrrrr, cause seriously, i've never really cared much for math. it's a subject i started failing since 13 and from what i see, there really is no turning back.
after a couple of questions on how the paper went, my Dad could tell i wasnt in much of a mood for talking, so he changed topics.
daddy: so, have you had lunch yet?
ahahahhahahahahhahahahhahahaha// funniest thing ever!
i admit it, food makes me happy.
and because of the damned examinations, and under the immense (hahahahaha) amount of stress i'm under, i've had an ulcer from it, and motherfuckiing breakouts. SERIOUSLY though. an Ulcer! the only times i get ulcers is when i stupidly bite my lip at the same spot while eating one too many times. like, whenever i hear ppl say they get ulcers from stress, i'm like "yeah, whatever. what nonsense!" BUT IT'S ALL TRUE. those ugly-ass things actually form when you're under stress. i dont understand why we're punished Even more when we're already having a hard time. shouldnt our body be smarter and like, reward us for working so hard and like help us go up a cup size or like, speed up our metabolism so we lose a couple of kg, or Something. not continue to punish us with bloody ulcers and break-outs.
What A Joke.
so once again, to prove to my Mum that i Really am stressed, i tell her about my horrid ulcer.me: mummy, you know i'm so stressed i have an ULCER!
mother: oh, okay. that's normal Ta.
no, that is Not Normal.
me: NORMAL?! how is that normal?
mother: yeah, people get ulcers all the time because of stress. and this just proves how UN-stressed you were. Ta, this is the real world. Welcome.To.The.Real.World.
man, screw the bloody real world if it means getting ulcers was you know, a norm.
hahahaha, no my Mum's not uncaring or a bitch or a bad mother. okay, maybe a biatch, SOMETIMES... like, pre-teen days were basically Fight with Mother Everyday Day. more on that later. she's more of a, Realistic slash Believer that it's a dog eats dog world out there.
i finally realised trying to squeeze sympathy out of my Mum was like, scoring an A for math. almost basically practically impossible. Adidas lies, impossible is not nothing. it's a big fat something that isnt happening.
so, instead i changed the topic to how NYC was and she goes on to decribe the weather to me with more detail than the weather report.
okay, so going back to how pre-teen days was Fight with Mother Everyday Day, it really was. it was like a schedule i followed religiously. okay, Mum's back from work- Go start a fight. hahaha, i'd say it's the hormones and how all 13 year olds are brats. than, one day a movie changed it all; we watched Freaky Friday on tv, and i think Jamie Lee Curtis in that movie was like Oprah to my mum on how to deal with a brat for a daughter. i swear, after that movie, my mum was BEYONDDDDDD nice and i really couldnt pick an agument with her on anything. really, that movie does wonders.
oh, this is really late but HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MUMMY and AUNTY <33333
and i love you both even more than a fat kid loves cake!
me: so Mummy, did you go to that place that i told you to go your nails?
mother: oh yeah.
me: did you tell them you were my Mum?
mother: yeah, and they said you'd be so lucky if you were built like me.
why cant a clip ever make my hair look like that?
CHANTAL, bootttttttt.
xoxo