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i made sushi. yes i did.
and so you old ppl shut up.
i know how to make food to feed myself, see if you old ppl know how to cook or not?
SEE LAH!!
next time see if my husband would rather eat sushi or homemade food?
im going to make sure my future husband -if im going to have one- loves sushi as much as I do.
HECK we may even get married and invite everyone in sushi escapade!!! -_-!!
those who dont like sushi dont come, more sushi for me.

So when i was making sushi, my mum came in and lectured me and my sis about having boyfriends and how our relatives are watching and gossiping and how my dad was worried about this.
THIS MADE ME SO FIRED UP MAN!!
It's like their own children can get themselves into trouble and we cant?
Hey, we're teens and most of my cousins arent and they're grown up. And yet they stir up most of the trouble and NOT GET GOSSIPED ABOUT?
DOES THAT SOUND FAIR?
of course not.
NOT ONLY DO I NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND, I DONT EVEN GO OUT FREQUENTLY!!

and whenever i see some of them they will ask '' you dont have boyfriend har?''

THIS CONFUSES ME!
If i have one, they'll gossip. If i dont they will inquiry about this matter.
It's not that im despo for love which im not really, it's just that i pity my siblings for being bombarded by such stupid comments. My dad is so concerned about all this, because it's his relatives who do most of the kaypo-ing.
HELLO LA. i respect you aunts la, but keep your nosy nose out of the way, your children have more crap to talk about and we keep quiet.

tulan


and our family business is none-of yours!
say me i dont freaking mind because im used to all your worthless comments
i'm immune alrdy ok.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG i had to endure EVERY chinese new year of '' SO FAT AH YOU''
I USED TO DETEST CNY!!
say me ok lah..
but dont say my family members,

this aunt of mine has a REALLy teruk bad personality daugter in law. and she's even afraid of her, but wait, what do i hear?
I HEAR HER COMPLAINING ABT PPL'S DAUGTER IN LAWS NOT GOOD LA, OTHER RACE LA.
eh. one philiphines/iban/ or whatever race daughter in law is better than one STUPID, NO MANNERS SAME RACE ONE LEH!
10 of your stupid daugter in law is not even WORTH ONE OF ME!
you do this ONE MORE TIME, I'LL PUT YOUR FACE UP MY BLOG WITH THE COMMENTS YOU MADE AH!!
thank goodness there's sushi to make me feel happy.

and i cannot tahan lecture division 3 phase 5 ''no boys before uni graduation''
It's not fair lah.
how come ppl last time can be mums at 18 and i cant even fraternize with the opposite sex?
not fair hor.
and this make me sound so despo lah.
IM NOT.
i just want to have my rights.
It's not that they can stop me la.

you ppl wait lah
if i cant get married ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
if i get married to an angmo DONT COME LAH!
GOOD!
more food for me and ppl who really love me.
if you ppl really love me RESPECT my decision.
you can laugh at me when i get divorced or something.
say it serves me right.
BUT DONT JUDGE PPL BY THEIR LOOKS, RACE or religion.
VERY OFFBEAT LAH!
thats what old people do.

VERY TIRED YOU KNOW.
if you ppl can gossip while donating $1 to me ah..
I'LL BE A MILLIONAIRE ALREADY YOU KNOW!!
have to keep face because dont want to get gossiped about.
PUI LA.
I live for myself. NOT YOU OR YOU OR YOU!
not for the stupid babi barber
HER BAH!!
SHE'S THE GOSSIP CENTRE.
CILAKA!! WAH TALK ABT HER IM SUPER ANGRY AH!!
she will ask everyone abt this and that. then the nxt customer comes she will get info and start the conversation like ''eh have you heard the who said this and that''
CILAKA.
they seriously can earn money by gossiping man, her skills suck so badly she can sell straws BUT NO!! ppl keep coming because its the gossip centre.
THANK GOD her shop closed down.

I CANT GO OUT
I CANT ONLINE TOO MUCH!
I CANT BE FRIENDLY WITH GUYS!!

if i do all that i will be taken advantage of -__-!
dont they trust their children?
AIYO. im grown up already.
they should try to trust us.
HEY, we're their children, they should trust us to be smart enough!
come on la.

OH I CANNOT TAHAN IT WHEN MY RELATIVES THINK DOCTOR IS THE ONLY PROFESSION AROUND!
SIAN LEH!!

CANT WE HAVE A BIT MORE STYLE.
be stylo mah..
nothing's wrong being different right?
would you rather your son be a typical no dress sense tucked in shirt with black rimmed specs with braces' DOCTOR or a nice looking architect?
SCIENCE is not the only profession.

its all in the mind.
EH. call us to take up science for what?
EVERYTIME GOT SICKNESS GO BOMOH!
i explain so much dont want to listen! so why bother.
be beggar la. earn money the easy way what.

I'm very tired of living in the dark shadows which are everywhere.
just let me rant.
I'm not who i am.
I'm not a simpleton.
I have a brain.
I'm not a kid anymore.
I know what i want and i hope everyone respects it.
Dont look at the surface and judge who i am.
I MAYBE AN axe murderer and noone knows.
ok the last line was crap.

SIAN.
SOME RICH GUY COME AND MARRY ME!
then i can stuff all the notes into ppl's mouth and shut them up.

the end.

confessions of a fired up teen.