Very recently, we were plainly having our meal quietly… I was indulging on a plate of yummy home-cooked nasi lemak when she suddenly looked up and asked, “What happened to (let’s give this boy a name, say, Dufus) Dufus?”
I choked. “Huh?”
Phi: He pissed me off.
Mom: But you were so close to him.
Phi: Yes mom, I WAS. THEN.
Mom: The poor boy. What did he do?
Phi: PISSED ME OFF. Stop asking, mommy.
Mom: You can’t just cut them off like that, you know? It’s like what happened between you and Boy A, Boy B, Boy C….
And she went on and on spitting the names of familiar-sounding boys whom have once crossed the path of my life… and like superfluous cyclones, they nearly caused mayhem and almost left me in a wreck. To think that MY MOM should be on MY side. Pfft.
She strongly feels I give too much attention to these boys… too much, too fast… and then in turn, they can’t help but grow a liking for me.
Mom: You're such a heartbreaker.
Phi: Mommy, I'm your daughter! You don't say that!
But hey, I’m NICE what. Hahha. Always have, always will be.
And I do my part ALL the time. I keep telling them I’m NOT WORTH IT, and DON’T WASTE THEIR TIME.
DON’T LOVE ME.
But do they listen?
NO.
So really, they seek their own trouble. They lead THEMSELVES into a mess.
RIGHT?
I’m not a heartbreaker, mommy. I’m a lover, not a hater.
MY MOTHER.
She calls me a HEARTBREAKER.
Very recently, we were plainly having our meal quietly… I was indulging on a plate of yummy home-cooked nasi lemak when she suddenly looked up and asked, “What happened to (let’s give this boy a name, say, Dufus) Dufus?”
I choked. “Huh?”
Phi: He pissed me off.
Mom: But you were so close to him.
Phi: Yes mom, I WAS. THEN.
Mom: The poor boy. What did he do?
Phi: PISSED ME OFF. Stop asking, mommy.
Mom: You can’t just cut them off like that, you know? It’s like what happened between you and Boy A, Boy B, Boy C….
And she went on and on spitting the names of familiar-sounding boys whom have once crossed the path of my life… and like superfluous cyclones, they nearly caused mayhem and almost left me in a wreck. To think that MY MOM should be on MY side. Pfft.
She strongly feels I give too much attention to these boys… too much, too fast… and then in turn, they can’t help but grow a liking for me.
Mom: You're such a heartbreaker.
Phi: Mommy, I'm your daughter! You don't say that!
But hey, I’m NICE what. Hahha. Always have, always will be.
And I do my part ALL the time. I keep telling them I’m NOT WORTH IT, and DON’T WASTE THEIR TIME.
DON’T LOVE ME.
But do they listen?
NO.
So really, they seek their own trouble. They lead THEMSELVES into a mess.
RIGHT?
I’m not a heartbreaker, mommy. I’m a lover, not a hater.
Chey, steady la Phi! Muahaha!
(Gawd I sound like such a bitch.)