Ahahahahaha! Okay, this is hilarious. My mother found this story about a father and his teenaged son. It's not like any I've heard before yet the idea is so simple. I would tell you the story right now, but my mother's being a b**** so I can't. Instead, I have a picture here where you can resad it for yourself. Those who can read Chinese, that is. =P Sorry to all who cannot understand a word. I'll post the translation tomorrow, 'kay? ;)



Here's the url just in case you can't read it:
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=431054682&size=o

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Y'know, my mother is different from other mothers. She's a bit on the short side, like most asian women, but her face and attitude are unlike women of her age group. For one, she looks twenty years younger than reality. I can only hope that I will age as she has done--slowly, beautifully, and youthfully, if that makes sense. ^-^

Because of that, strangers are always shocked to find that she has a teenaged daughter. A reaction that gives her much pleasure. She has absolutely no problem acting younger than she really is. That is perhaps why the two of us ram horns the way we do. She wants to be younger, to be my friend, always proclaiming herself to be my older sister. I have no problem with that, we have a ot of fun. Except I always end up being the responsible one, the older and more mature sister. Then, she brings up the fact that she is my mother over and over again, as if that is something so...'liao bu chi'--translated to something like: incredibly awesome. It is, being a single mother is really great, but not when you use the fact that you're my mother to...push me to do something. I always feel like I'm the mother and you're trying to lord 'I'm your mother' over me?!

An example: Last night, she came home at eight as usual. And as usual, she took off her shoes, turned on the computer, and sat there for the rest of the night. She knows that I didn't eat dinner yet. I always wait for her to come home. I never go anywhere. At two forty-five pm, I get out, take the train and arrive home at three thirty, four pm at the latest. I wait for the next four hours until she gets home.

I've gotten into a routine: go home, do homework, finish homework, MOM, maybe a little TV, lappie always on, sleep. I'm usually done with hw within the four hours available to me. Did you know: she throws her suspicion over during that time frame. "How come I never see you do homework?", she asks. I sit there *blink* *blink* going, 'Uh, duh?' in my mind. It's a very obvious facial expression, but 1.) she usually doesn't look at me, 2.) she doesn't get it. I've tried several time before when she was looking, but I think she takes it as a guilty blank,anxious expression. *sigh* ANYWAY. Back to the story...

So. She's home doing nothing, well, completely focused on the screen before her. I'm busy, on NuTang and a million other things. **Note: I must mutitask. I cannot NOT multitask.** I am waiting for her as I always am. I don't realize that I'm hungry, that I haven't eaten dinner yet. I felt grumbles in my belly, but I don't notice them anymore. Heh.

It is past midnight when she awakes from her nap and demands that I go to sleep. I am in the kitchen and I notice that my tummy is empty and gas is growling, tumbling inside. I got angry. How could it be sleepy-time when I haven't had my dinner? I repeat, I got angry. I told her I didn't care what she said, I WANTED MY DINNER. I started banging around the kitchen cleaning the small pot so I could cook something.

She: I didn't eat dinner yet, either.
Me: Well, I didn't hear you saying you were hungry, now did I?!
She: *silence* *mousing--->computer mouse*
Me: I don't care what you say, I want my dinner.
Me: From now on, you are coming home and cooking dinner before you do anything else!

BTW: I don't cook dinner, because she's the one bringing home food, ingredients. There's nothing in the house, except for two buns, a SPAM can, a box of gelatin, and take-out chicken from her party last week. Oh, and eggs. Excuse me for not wanting a sandwich for dinner. But I usually end up cooking anyway.

She: Oh, there's take-out from last night! ---->a small container of sticky rice and duck legs.
Me: Fine. *starts cooking*
Me: It's all mine! ------->she always snacks throughout the night. Bread, chocolate, dried scallops, etc.

God. I'm the mother of this family, not her! So don't you dare throw *falsetto* 'I'm your mother' in my face!
'Cept she does anyway. *growls* >.>

I'm outta here.
the Dot

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Had a lot to 'talk' about earlier, but it's gone now. Soooo...guess all the ingredients in the burger above (layer by layer!) and you'll get 50pps. ;) Quite easy really.

Have at it!
the Dot

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