twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Sunday, May 11, 2014
◔ 5:49 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s) | ❝ Mothers' Day ❞ |
In view of mothers' day - everyone is talking about how much they adore their mother, how much their mother inspires them...
Well. This is going to be very different.
My mom is the world's biggest bitch. I am not going to lie, or even attempt to mince my words. She is the world's biggest bitch, and she has made me the bitch I am today.
She has the worst temperament ever - when talking to her, words have to be chosen wisely and you tone has to be absolutely correct, or else she may take offense and fuck you up, making the rest of your week hell.
She is the world's worst cook, but thinks that she is the best. This does not only apply to cooking, but to every thing else that she does. She forces us to eat the (inedible) things that she cooks, and then scolds us and throws tantrums if we decline.
She is the world's most headstrong woman - which is both a good and bad thing. Yes, she is strongly feminist, elucidated by her choice of career (in her younger days) to be a material engineer working for the Ministry of Defense, which is probably as male and patriarchial as it gets. On the other hand, she never, ever, ever apologizes. Which is the reason why my parents fight so much, which has hence made my childhood...
At the same time, she's the most childish, immature person. For instance, I cannot call my father before I call her; I cannot tell my father anything before I tell her, because she'd get jealous.
She has crazy logical flaws. She acts like she's the most rational person on earth, but I can name her common fallacies in running order. Number 1 will definitely be confirmation bias. She is also the most racist person ever - she does not approve of my boyfriend, my future flatmate... All on the basis of their race. Like Lucas says, there are negative examples of every race, but the world would be a better place if people stopped stereotyping and assuming that everyone is like that.
Many call their mothers their best friends. My mother is the person that I keep the most things away from.
But you know what? I still love her. And she loves me. The only thing with her is that she has no idea how to express her love for people. We all know she loves us. Behind that headstrong Amazonian woman facade, she is as loving as any other mother on earth.
She may tell us daily that we are her biggest regrets, we have ruined her future for her (I know we did though, and I actually don't blame her for feeling this way), but at the end of the day, she loves us. We may have been mistakes to her, but I think we have brightened up her life as much as she has ours.
My mother may have many flaws, but these flaws teach me how to be a better person every day. No one in the world is supposed to be perfect. What is important is that we have to learn from them - the good, as an example; and the bad, as what not to be like.
(Damn, I am starting to turn into a bloody Confucius. Anyone who can quote me the quote from Confucius gets a meal.)
Thank you Mum, for making that many sacrifices to have us. Thank you for being the most important person in our lives; thank you for plowing through life like a bull because we grew up in a virtually single-parent family. I am sorry that bringing us up has hardened you, I am sorry that bringing us up has raped you of your future. I am even more sorry that there is nothing we can do about it, other than to strive to be better, more useful people to contribute to the society.
I am sorry that your mothers' day has been ruined by Dad, and I am sorry that I cannot be there with you on this day.
And this post shows how much of a bitch I am, just like my mother. We both criticize, are fucking honest, nitpick... But that's the way that we show that we care.
P.s.: I just realized that this is the first time I am using the label "family". Speaks for how much I talk about them.Labels: daily, family
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