YSaturday, September 02, 2006
my life, my mum's rules
yes. it's quite laughable. when im home, i feel like a jailbird, and mummy plays the prison warren. she nags at what i eat. she orders that i tidy my bed. and she'd get reall harsh if i defy the "lights out" period.
and just minutes ago, she was scolding me about my shoes. you see, we dont have a shoe rack. i dont see a point in having one anyways. i'd rather have them laid on the floor so it's easy to see them, pick and choose. but the empress of the house wants them put properly into their original shoe boxes as she says "there are already too many shoes here." i dont have smelly feet but i think it's always good to air the shoes.
i casually said that we have different ways of living. then she retorted that i was being inflexible. i nearly said "look who's speaking". but i held it back - and im glad i did. the last thing i want right now is to start another quarrel with her. i'm frustrated enough.
you know, the offer to work at NUS which i had once looked forward to? well... ive dropped it. the arrangements got kinda complicated. it's sad that things had to turn out this way. anyways, i'll be volunteering there for 2 days. it's the best option that i can handle. heck. dont wish to dwell on it now. but im fine. im not dodging the issue. in fact, ive settled it already.
so... i'll be working at NUS on monday and tuesday next week. from then onwards, i'll be working at IRAS which is the statutory board that deals with all your taxes. (: ive stopped exercising for 2 days. lately i wake up feeling tired and sad. i guess it must have been the whole NUS thing that had bothered me then.
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