Category: Babber Boo Boo

Sue.

My bf’s mom. I think of her as my mother from another brother. Ok, that came out really sick but you get the gist.

We have a great relationship. I don’t think many people get to say that about their partners’ mothers so yeah, I feel very lucky :) She’s down to earth, she makes the most awesome desserts and has the same sense of humour she gave my bf, only better.

My blogging during the past 6 weeks had been sporadic because I’ve had enjoyed hanging out with her far too much than to share my mundane daily details on this blog.

She’s taught me a lot about cooking and has bravely sampled my kitchen nightmare after kitchen nightmare after kitchen nightmare with a smile & a glint in her eye. Thank goodness she has an iron stomach!

It’s 5am now and in half hour we’ll be sending her to the airport – back to UK. How fast time passed :(

As a chinese, a big part of me feels bad about my bf’s mom living half way across the world from her son. We’ve told her about the possibility of participating in MM2H but living with our constant heat and the idea of leaving her friends are simply too daunting for her. We’ll probably continue to pester her about migrating but for now, we just got to get our asses together and attempt to visit her more regularly.

Cause obviously, we miss her more than she does us! Love you loads Susan.

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Happy Chinese New Year 2011!

Okay, since it’s not yet Chinese New Year, I shall unload this negativity before entering the Rabbit year ya.

So anyway, was at a dinner and as many of you know, I’ve just had a haircut so naturally people commented on my hair. Mostly positive comments and some had the foresight of keeping their mouths shut when they had nothing good to say (good on you!) but of course, of course somebody has got to be a big bitch.

She asked me, why I cut my hair until all stick out like that.

(I deliberately messed up my hair by the way for a carefree, sassy, free look. Look, I’m fucking 26 27 so I am (perhaps shockingly for you) perfectly capable of making an informed and deliberate decision of cutting my hair until all stick out like that)

She also asked me, why that hair colour.

(Actually I don’t know what colour it is kinda brown but I like this colour cause it makes my face looks fair. What kind of question is that, because obviously I chose that colour because I fucking like it, you dumb miserable bitch.)

And then, she asked why I didn’t do something about my dry hair.

(At around this point, I was about to ask her why she didn’t shave the moustache off her 14 year old teenage DAUGHTER, whom by the way is a rude, miserable girl herself with no semblance of good manners.)

I can be very vicious when I want to, but I chose to hold back my tongue this time (because ya have I not reminded you that I’m fucking 27 already and I don’t need to prove anything anymore) and endured her verbal abuse as well as her annoying habit of pushing the lazy susan away from me when I was trying to pick food at dinner.

Anyway, after dinner, I told my bf about it and revealed to him my fantasy retort to her patronising remarks. BF told me that the daughter is innocent and it’s her mother that’s being a bitch therefore I could have just asked her why she’s not doing anything about her droopy eyes and bingo wings :P

I just bursted out laughing and my dark moods evaporated almost instantaneously. What can I say, sometimes all it takes is a little bitch in a man :)

Have a happy, prosperous and most importantly, a miserable bitch-free Chinese New Year!

Mwahs!