I've been sick for almost a week. The bug caught me during the weekends and I was down with fever. After I've recovered from the fever I caught a cold. It kept me sneezing all the way through, but the satisfaction after sneezing it out was way beyond all ratings.^-^
Hope I get well soon!
Back to school
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Well, after a week of hols I'm back working. New semester, new things to teach. It's a hard life being a teacher. Yeah.....yeah you get all the perks for having lots of hols but the problem is you're always readjusting your mood as you are always in between working mood and holiday mood. T'was hard for me to drag my a** all the way back to Malacca to work after a week's comfort at home.
Shifting House
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
For the last few days I have been busy shifting to a new home, a very tiring and tedious task. My whole back is aching now due to the heavy lifting and climbing up and down the stairs. In the process of shifting I was somewhat frus. of my mom. She wants everything to be quick effective and efficient which contradicts to the way I do things. I like to do things leisurely and if I start at something I will usually go through it till the end but if I'm tired and would like to rest then no one can move me.
We are shifting to a new house not far from my old one, about 10-15 min drive. My concept is that I will empty out the things in the drawers or cupboards that needs to be shifted to the new house by lorry and the others we can take our time and move it little by little. This will definitely make the whole shifting process a relaxing one instead of having to rush everything. But my mom,....................... the dictatorship likes it everything her way, and that is, if possible, to shift the whole house there immediately with one trip. She would be estactic if every single item could be teleported into our new house at once.
My mom always complain that no one listens to her, but what she refuses to aknowledge is that she is the one that cannot accept anything which is a different method or version of hers. She is the female version of Adolf Hitler that needs everthing to be excecuted her way. Yes of course I do admit that she has a lot of experience and do know the best and effective way to almost everything but that does not mean we have to follow it. She insists we follow her way by giving the reason: if her way is the best which is effective and saves time then why can't we follow her's. She also added that if we could suggest a more efficient way then she would accept it. Yes I do get her point and it is very true when it comes to work but this is home, something personal like packing our wardrobe or the arrangement of bags. Couldn't she just let us do it our way, so what if our method is not as efiicient as hers, it is our time that we are wasting and most important of all we like doing it that way.
To sum it all up, I have been like a robot for the past few days just listening to her instructions and dare not even arrange anything without her opinion afraid that she will 'sound' me again and I will have to rearrange it according to her likings.(now isn't that also called double work) That's not the end of it, she then continues to babbler on that we never listen to her instructions and that she has to look over everything herself, blah blah blah blah. I sometimes wonder that my indecisive behaviour is actually from the way I was brought up, but gladly I am learning to stand up and defend myself by voicing out my opinion.
Finally this is off my chest. I feel much better.
p.s. Mom I really do love you but sometimes I just can't stand you. If you could just relax and lay back for a while maybe your health will get better. I know mom worries about everything but you can't worry all. We are old enough to take care of oursleves so just let us be. You can't be taking care of us for the rest of our lives so I guess you can start by slowly letting go.
We are shifting to a new house not far from my old one, about 10-15 min drive. My concept is that I will empty out the things in the drawers or cupboards that needs to be shifted to the new house by lorry and the others we can take our time and move it little by little. This will definitely make the whole shifting process a relaxing one instead of having to rush everything. But my mom,....................... the dictatorship likes it everything her way, and that is, if possible, to shift the whole house there immediately with one trip. She would be estactic if every single item could be teleported into our new house at once.
My mom always complain that no one listens to her, but what she refuses to aknowledge is that she is the one that cannot accept anything which is a different method or version of hers. She is the female version of Adolf Hitler that needs everthing to be excecuted her way. Yes of course I do admit that she has a lot of experience and do know the best and effective way to almost everything but that does not mean we have to follow it. She insists we follow her way by giving the reason: if her way is the best which is effective and saves time then why can't we follow her's. She also added that if we could suggest a more efficient way then she would accept it. Yes I do get her point and it is very true when it comes to work but this is home, something personal like packing our wardrobe or the arrangement of bags. Couldn't she just let us do it our way, so what if our method is not as efiicient as hers, it is our time that we are wasting and most important of all we like doing it that way.
To sum it all up, I have been like a robot for the past few days just listening to her instructions and dare not even arrange anything without her opinion afraid that she will 'sound' me again and I will have to rearrange it according to her likings.(now isn't that also called double work) That's not the end of it, she then continues to babbler on that we never listen to her instructions and that she has to look over everything herself, blah blah blah blah. I sometimes wonder that my indecisive behaviour is actually from the way I was brought up, but gladly I am learning to stand up and defend myself by voicing out my opinion.
Finally this is off my chest. I feel much better.
p.s. Mom I really do love you but sometimes I just can't stand you. If you could just relax and lay back for a while maybe your health will get better. I know mom worries about everything but you can't worry all. We are old enough to take care of oursleves so just let us be. You can't be taking care of us for the rest of our lives so I guess you can start by slowly letting go.
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