i really dread it when my mummy's home. she's like this irritatingly obnoxious fly buzzing around me and wouldn't go away no matter how vigorously i swipe at it. her 'buzzing' is really making me seriously pissed off. or rather, i prefer calling her a fly, that barks.

it's really noisy whenever she's home. i'm totally giving her the cold shoulder and treating as if she's an invisible being but she continues getting on my nerves in her own ways. i guess it's her way of revenge by making a din at whatever she's doing. like banging the pots and pans and screaming at everybody else in the family? i guess your mother's really in your bones yea.

have i said that she's only giving me 30bucks to survive this month? yea right your eyes ain't failing you. 30bucks to survive in junior college. i wonder if anybody told her that expenses in a junior college are perhaps, two thousand light years times more than kindergarten? i guess probably not. or maybe, it hasn't dawn upon her that her daughter is 17 and currently attending a junior college now. it's ok, i will survive, as per normal. and i will do more than survive. i will shine.

i seriously cannot stand the way she's constantly screaming at me nowadays. doesn't she already know that the harder she tries to reign me in, the harder and further i bounce away from her? i WILL NOT let anybody control my life or perform autocratic leadership on me. one fine day im so gonna snap and tie her to a tree in the hot sun. then she will learn to shut up and not ony think that she's the only tired one at the end of the day.

she will learn that her daughter, me, has her own commitments to her own things as well and by the time she reaches home, her mother will not be the only shagged one. she's so not gonna get what she wants from me and she knows im not caving in. it's only a matter of time till she gives up. two can play this game of patience. i'll wait like a tiger waiting between the trees.

been a while since i've bitched so much but i really have gota let it out. maybe thinking in her perspective, she's trying to toughen me up? for what i don't know since im already a thousand times tougher mentally than three quarters of the singapore population. but whatever. she will know that her daughter is not one to be trifled with. yes thank you, that's me.

-i pondered my next move, as my opponent became two black, angry slits across the 64 black and white squares-