I am upset about Chinese New Year... not about celebrating it but for the fact that in a matter of say 15 hours I will be eating reunion dinner at a foreign place not with my pop+mom+bro+jie+manda+linda. No mum's super duper yummy food
*sob*. It doesnt help that people at work been feeding me what to expect and tell me the first reunion dinner after marriage is the saddest one to be experience. It certainly is even hellish given the proposal that is in view.

one. the fact that I abhor the in laws....
two. 'emily' cannot cook for nuts...

I am basically just being a bitch and being very difficult to dealt with and I assure you that is on purpose. I have those you know... once I hate.. I dislike for life and nothing can aplease that bitch in me one it's unleashed. Its like only hate lurks okay maybe not so much of hate but dislike is in abundance and everything just make me snappy until I get to where 'my royal highness' persona gets her way.

Emily isnt the easiest person to get along with given her ' many tactics' to make sure I wont be able to go back to my mum's place makes me a even more hateful person. So she try to make the clash despite my assurance that whatever time she make it I will modify my dinner appointment to match hers so this whole thing ping pong quite a bit ..


emily : so you come back for dinner on CNY eve, i got a suckling pig
*like i live to eat suckling pig*
me : ya we will so what time is the meal? Dinner, Lunch? What?
* face cringing with a grimace*
emily : so you going back to your folks?
*starting to sound me out for time where our meal commence*
me: of course, my mum spend a lot of effort in cooking I have to go back
*feel really proud of my mum who really cook from morning till night to cook dinner*
emily:oh you eat at what time
*sounds really unhappy*
me: anytime after or before what you have plan, my folks are easy*
*what I really meant - Whatever your plan we get ard it bitch*
emily : I cant decide on a time
*BITCH!*
me: so what time do you guys normally eat?
*of course is the same time at 4.30-5.30 every year which I witness the hubby tells me for the past 7 freak years*
emily : erm, we dont have a fixed time so what time you go back to your folks
*I almost wanted to give her a kick*
me: We are fine as long as you decide what you want
emily : hmmm we should have dinner this year... maybe 5ish-7ish
*I like to dig those eyes out*
me: ok since we cant decide I guess we do whatever you want but I have to leave at 7 to reach my mum's place because we have prayer sessions at home.
emily:okay .. we try to have it at 5.30 like that see how.


So I think she basically give up when she know my patience wore thin and told her whatever is the case I will go off to reach my home at 7.30pm for dinner since she cant decide if she wants lunch, dinner, brunch or supper.

Life's basically is a pain in the butt. I have to be stuck with old school fuddy duddy ppl who seems to have their mind warp and think they have the right to change me. After growing up with my folks who give us a free rein all the time, the extreme opposite to these new ppl who I have to greet FATHER or MOTHER make life a little duller than before. I see how they control the sister and I have sympathy for that girl at age what... 22?? and still being controlled like a Honda Robot!

I love my folks and is at times like these, I have a sudden urge to run home from my place and go back to be my folks' little girl. Guess the growing up shit is getting to be such a pain in the butt.