They want to 'buddy' me
Update:
You guys' maths are as sux laa!!! LOL.
It should be 3 to the power of x, where x = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & etc.
For e.g.:
3^1 = 3
3^2 = 3x3 = 9
3^3 = 3x3x3 = 27
3^4 = 3x3x3x3 = 81
3^5 = 3x3x3x3x3 = 243
which I have just figured it out myself... ;)
Mom and dad are getting old. Errr... wait, CORRECTION. Mom and dad are getting young (mentally), like kids.
I notice that the older a person gets, the younger their behaviour and mentality will become. It happened to my grandma. And now it's happening to my mom and dad. I feel very helpless and pressured.
Grandma will throw tantrums and merajuk when she doesn't get her way and/or when she doesn't get enough attention or news from her children. And NOW, my parents are doing the same to me. I feel very tired, annoyed and sienz.
Tired because after a long day at work, I prefer to talk less and have a quiet evening. But mom and dad will not bow in and they will give me the See-Darling-She-Doesn't-Want-To-Talk-To-Us-Anymore kind of sulking look. Geramnya...
Actually no, mom, no, dad, it's not like that. I'm just tired. Body tired, brain tired and mouth tired. That's why I don't feel like talking or entertaining your questions when I get home after work.
Tired aside, I also feel rather annoyed that my parents want to know everything about me from A to Z, i.e., my relationships, work, private life & etc.
"Who is that guy who dropped you off the other night?" They will not hesitate to ask.
If I answer their first question enthusiastically, "Oh yeah he is Mr Lanjiao, my former colleague."
Then there will definitely be 3 more Qs on its way:
1) "Where is Mr Lanjiao working?"
2) "Is Mr Lanjiao staying with his family?"
3) "Does Mr Lanjiao have a gf?"
And if I layan them a bit more and answered their 3 Qs above, then there will be 9 more Qs on its way to attack me:
1) "What is his position in the company?"
2) "How long has he been working there?"
3) "Will he be promoted anytime soon?"
4) "Where is he staying?"
5) "How old is he?"
6) "How many brothers and sisters does he have?"
7) "What do his parents do for a living?"
8) "Where did you guys go the other night?"
9) "Are you going out with him?"
So class, the formula is as follows:
If I plot the data, No. questions answered Vs. No. of questions asked, correctly on a graph, it will show an exponential curve, i.e., y = 3 to the power of x, where x = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & etc.
But if I don't layan them or answer any of their questions, they will merajuk and complain, "Mr and Mrs X's daughter will tell and share every single detail of her life with her parents. They are like friends, you know?"
"So?" I will retort.
"It's not good to keep everything to yourself girl. You need to open up and share your 'load' with us. Our ears are yours." They never give up.
I will usually reply, "Mom, dad, you see ar, if I think you should know about something, without you asking, I would have told you already. But sometimes, some things, I would prefer to keep it to myself."
And if you think I'd made a good comeback for myself against their nosiness, then you are wrong. Because the real hawk is not me, it's them, my parents, "But darling, every time when you DO open up your mouth and start talking to us, it's usually something 'terrible' had happened, i.e., it's either you need us to bail you out (from an awkward situation) or you need financial assistance."
"But mom, dad, I where got everytime like that?! You guys are exaggerating laa!" I will protest.
Haihz... I'm my parents' daughter. No matter what I say or do, I'll still lose the battle. Because as my parents, they know exactly which place to poke at me to draw the maximum blood out from my body. Sometimes I wonder if they act blur and ask me gullible questions on purpose. Or, they are REALLY innocent like kids who just want some attention and like to make some random conversation only. Sigh.
There is a Chinese saying goes, palm front is meat, palm back is ALSO meat. I feel like I'm in a catch-22, 'chicken-egg' dilemma right now. Should I 'ignore' them or should I 'talk' to them? If I 'ignore' them, I'll be labelled as rude. But if I 'talk' to them, I'll be butchered 9 9. I wonder if anyone of you out there has the same agony as me or you have had it before...
Jadi orang punya anak memang manyak susah lah... Tsk Tsk Tsk
You guys' maths are as sux laa!!! LOL.
It should be 3 to the power of x, where x = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & etc.
For e.g.:
3^1 = 3
3^2 = 3x3 = 9
3^3 = 3x3x3 = 27
3^4 = 3x3x3x3 = 81
3^5 = 3x3x3x3x3 = 243
which I have just figured it out myself... ;)
Mom and dad are getting old. Errr... wait, CORRECTION. Mom and dad are getting young (mentally), like kids.
I notice that the older a person gets, the younger their behaviour and mentality will become. It happened to my grandma. And now it's happening to my mom and dad. I feel very helpless and pressured.
Grandma will throw tantrums and merajuk when she doesn't get her way and/or when she doesn't get enough attention or news from her children. And NOW, my parents are doing the same to me. I feel very tired, annoyed and sienz.
Tired because after a long day at work, I prefer to talk less and have a quiet evening. But mom and dad will not bow in and they will give me the See-Darling-She-Doesn't-Want-To-Talk-To-Us-Anymore kind of sulking look. Geramnya...
Actually no, mom, no, dad, it's not like that. I'm just tired. Body tired, brain tired and mouth tired. That's why I don't feel like talking or entertaining your questions when I get home after work.
Tired aside, I also feel rather annoyed that my parents want to know everything about me from A to Z, i.e., my relationships, work, private life & etc.
"Who is that guy who dropped you off the other night?" They will not hesitate to ask.
If I answer their first question enthusiastically, "Oh yeah he is Mr Lanjiao, my former colleague."
Then there will definitely be 3 more Qs on its way:
1) "Where is Mr Lanjiao working?"
2) "Is Mr Lanjiao staying with his family?"
3) "Does Mr Lanjiao have a gf?"
And if I layan them a bit more and answered their 3 Qs above, then there will be 9 more Qs on its way to attack me:
1) "What is his position in the company?"
2) "How long has he been working there?"
3) "Will he be promoted anytime soon?"
4) "Where is he staying?"
5) "How old is he?"
6) "How many brothers and sisters does he have?"
7) "What do his parents do for a living?"
8) "Where did you guys go the other night?"
9) "Are you going out with him?"
So class, the formula is as follows:
y = 3^x
(where x represents 'every Q answered' & y represents 'every Q asked'.)
READ: For every Q answered, there will be 3 more on its way.
(where x represents 'every Q answered' & y represents 'every Q asked'.)
READ: For every Q answered, there will be 3 more on its way.
If I plot the data, No. questions answered Vs. No. of questions asked, correctly on a graph, it will show an exponential curve, i.e., y = 3 to the power of x, where x = 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & etc.
But if I don't layan them or answer any of their questions, they will merajuk and complain, "Mr and Mrs X's daughter will tell and share every single detail of her life with her parents. They are like friends, you know?"
"So?" I will retort.
"It's not good to keep everything to yourself girl. You need to open up and share your 'load' with us. Our ears are yours." They never give up.
I will usually reply, "Mom, dad, you see ar, if I think you should know about something, without you asking, I would have told you already. But sometimes, some things, I would prefer to keep it to myself."
And if you think I'd made a good comeback for myself against their nosiness, then you are wrong. Because the real hawk is not me, it's them, my parents, "But darling, every time when you DO open up your mouth and start talking to us, it's usually something 'terrible' had happened, i.e., it's either you need us to bail you out (from an awkward situation) or you need financial assistance."
"But mom, dad, I where got everytime like that?! You guys are exaggerating laa!" I will protest.
Haihz... I'm my parents' daughter. No matter what I say or do, I'll still lose the battle. Because as my parents, they know exactly which place to poke at me to draw the maximum blood out from my body. Sometimes I wonder if they act blur and ask me gullible questions on purpose. Or, they are REALLY innocent like kids who just want some attention and like to make some random conversation only. Sigh.
There is a Chinese saying goes, palm front is meat, palm back is ALSO meat. I feel like I'm in a catch-22, 'chicken-egg' dilemma right now. Should I 'ignore' them or should I 'talk' to them? If I 'ignore' them, I'll be labelled as rude. But if I 'talk' to them, I'll be butchered 9 9. I wonder if anyone of you out there has the same agony as me or you have had it before...
Jadi orang punya anak memang manyak susah lah... Tsk Tsk Tsk
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