Hahahahahahaha.

To cut matters short, I officially wasted my entire Saturday. I think my Mum practically had to con and lie to me about my cousin's birthday. And I was that stupid and naive to fall for it. Apparently, it was some make-up party for the one that didn't take place during New Year. And I got to Lou Yu Sheng for the forth time running this year. Although this time around, I did managed to get a considerable portion of abalone and salmon. ^__^
I sort of noticed how much attention the adults place on you when you are a teenager. My cousin, 18 years of age, doesn't get that much limelight as much as I do. Albeit he got chided by my aunts that he is expanding sideways a bit too quickly. My grandma and grandpa and my Aunts lamented on how "skinny" I looked. They also said I looked lengthy. Hey, if you compared me to the other bean-poles in school, I will look more like a baton. There were the usual topics of discussions.
>Where do you intend to go after Sec 4.
>How do you find life now. Stressing? Is that supposed to be rhetorical question?
>Why do you wear such apparels? It makes you look so "un-you"
>Do you go out with friends often? Other than males..You know.. (Ah. Just shut up and go ask the cat downstairs how many hours it sleeps. You will have better luck getting an answer from it than from me.)

I got home at around 10. Caught a sitcom before heading for the showers. Then it hit me that Mother's Day was not that far off from now. Is it?
I sort of shuddered at that notion. Don't get me wrong. Just that, this year, I kind of feel that I should do sometime at least meaningful about it.
From young, I have been doing cards, buying flowers, attempted at making pan-cakes before spilling syrup and flour all over the kitchen table...So on and so forth. But gradually, over the years, such acts got less and less. Eventually, they stopped altogether. The same goes for Father's Day. Ok, maybe it's not that unusual for Father's Day. Maybe it's that Man's pride thing. Father and Son don't usually communicate that much. They do love one another, but they are just too proud to show it. Then, the Mother of the son, the wife of the Father has to act as the come-between. The translator. As though Father and Son have no common language medium to talk to each other.
I wonder what my Dad's reaction was when he first saw me. A little baby nestled in my Mother's hug. Maybe it's "I have got to work harder" or "This little brat is going to give me a lot of hell". In a way, both happened. He worked OT more and more often. And I rose hell time and time again. I once battled with my Mum. She with the cane and me with that kind of toddler's chair.
Violent.
So, this time. For Mother's Day, I will do something special. For you mum. For Father's Day.. I think I will give that pair of Air Force 1 a miss then. Ha ha ha ha.