arghz.
I'm starting work at a chinatown backpacker hostel on sunday. shifts are 9am to 8pm, 8pm to 9am.
I mentioned to Mum abt it before, she didn't seem too eager. but i usually dun care what anyone thinks anyway.
So JUST NOW, when i told her it was confirmed, she was adamant in wanting to know where exactly it was. how to tell her it is 2 roads away from yangtze?
She also mentioned that my dad might not like me doing the job. Irritated, i flared up "so what kind of job he want?" immediately after, a thot flashed in my mind. it might be her who's disapproving. in Dad's defence, she said he wld probably want me to concentrate on studies.
so i went internet and got the exact address. Teck lim road off keong saik road.
Alarm bells went off. "There used to be prostitute street."
Silently, in my mind: "scared wat? last time only mah. aren't we staying damn near a present prostitute street right now?"
More alarm bells: "There hor, now got a lot of ang mohs."
silently: "isn't that why i'm working at a backpacker hostel there?"
Super Alarm Bells: "you must be careful of those... gays leh. wait they molest you."
out loud: "WAT?? aiyah, i'll beat them up lah!"
i was then subjected to a tirade of how she got so worried when i stayed over at frens' places when i was in sec sch (i dun even remember anything lor) coz she read newspaper report abt how kids complained that they were molested by their fren's fathers, and how i might be a victim coz i always look so young, and how my uncles (her brothers) are still asking whether i'm in sec sch or jc or NS.
i didn't respond. i didn't trust myself to. so i continued banging away on msn.
sigh. does showing affection to her makes her think i'm a wimp? do i really need to beat up some ang moh faggot to show that i can take care of myself? (i wld love to... hahhaha)
Mum, Dad, I love you very very much. You 2 are, in many ways, my guiding lights. but could u please let me grow up? it's hard enuff without u preventing me already. You've shone for me many, many areas, but there are plenty more i need to explore for myself.
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