be my judge.

remember the spree that i had at cotton on body earlier in the week?

i walked home a happy customers not only cos of the good lingerie deals, but also cos of the pretty gift box that they gave FOC.
however, their box was too big to fit into their plastic bags and so i bought a $1 bag from cotton on to put the pretty gift box inside.
i was fine with spending that extra $1 cos the bag and the gift box was pretty, and its proceedings goes to charity.

nice bag and box + do charity at the same time.
i dont see why not.
so i walked home a happy customer that day.


5 days later, i came home to find my gift box missing from the place where i put it.
went to my mom and asked if she threw it away.
she said yes.
i got angry.
but before i could say anything about her throwing my things away WITHOUT asking, she opened her foul mouth to add on that she threw it away cos it's old and useless and i 生霸死霸, a cantonese term which means i whatever fuck also want to keep in english.

i got damn dulan and told her that i had to used MONEY to buy that box (technically i did use $1 to get it) , and it is just FIVE days old.

then she went on to say that if we really sell house (her fav pet phrase at the moment), the house must be clean and tidy to fetch more money.
fuck. fyi, i didnt inherit your brains, i got daddy's.
i know how to clean it up and show the nice nice sparkling floors to the buyer when he fixes a date to come and view the house.

seriously,
no one throws away somebody else's stuff WITHOUT PERMISSION and DARE TO SCOLD THE PERSON when confronted.
i shrudder to think if there is anyone worse than her out there.


story doesnt end here.
i woke up at 745am today and saw a way too familiar black colour cup sitting on the kitchen sink.
that only meant one thing: she fucking took the cup that chengwai got for me as a sovenir from new zealand to use WITHOUT ASKING ME.
best of all, she took it out of its box and threw the box away WITHOUT ASKING ME AT ALL.


it was too early for me to confront her cos she was still sleeping.
the only thing i could do was to take it off from the kitchen and keep it.
so i went to work and when i came home at 6pm, SHE GLARED AT ME WHEN I PLACED MY FOOT INTO THE HOUSE AND SHOUT AT ME AND SAID," WHERE DID YOU KEEP THE BLACK CUP" machiam like it's hers or she had every right to take my things to use without asking me just cos this is her house and she is my mother.


in that case, if you like to take things away from me so much, why not just take my life?
that is way easier for me.
spare all this fucking crap.


its not that i want to get worked up over these small issues, but all these little things point in one direction: respect.
i want to give mine to you.
but you dont deserve it.
and you dont get it just cos ure my mom.
doesnt happen this way for me.