Something that happened last night.

My mother came in and tell me off " why didn't u wish me a happy birthday or a happy Chinese new year? "

Me :" why should i?"

Mother :" I am your mother, what do u mean why should you."

Me :" have you treated me as your son before?"

Mother :" you dare say i didn't? ( flaring up a bit)"

Me :" In long shi keep on talking bad about me, telling the whole world that i mix with Isabel very bad. Never showed some respect to me and you want me to say happy birthday to you."

Mother :" ( talks bad about Isabel, OK i dun wanna write what she said exactly or else Isabel might jolly well strangle me)

Me:" because u hate her doesn't mean i must hate her. U dun like her Ur problem la, why must i not like her also. She might have done something bad to you, bud den she pose no harm to me and i dun see a reason why i should keep a distance from her. Who are you to control my friends?"

Mother :" So you rather help some sec1 kid rather den Ur mother? PPL send u message complain about ur mother and  u still encourage her?? u this fucking son ( note* these are de exact words she spilled )"

Me :" From wad i tink, i dun tink everything is Isabel's fault, u might juz be picking on her.

           u said u never see my message before, you said u nvr lied before, weren't u lying by seeing             my message right now?

            And u said u hate lyers!!"

Mother :" Is only rightful for a mother to check on her son.

Me :" ok den if u wanna see den go ahead, but u lied. which u told me never to lie.

Argument continues

Getting louder

Words like " fuck you, stupid son. 

                       Why don't u just go and die.

                        Get out of this house of jump down."

All spilled out from my mothers mouth.

Her last sentence : " I now go and bathe, during this time, you Can choose to jump down from this window or get out of this house and never come back you this fucking son!! I wont lose anything without a fucker like you. Get out la!! fuck off la!! NBCB!! "

I didn't rephrase anything. Everything is raw from her mouth itself.

Yeah, i cried. Who wont?

Wad kind of mother i got? who drives her son to death?

Be it an act of rashness or wad.

Yes, i know sooner or later we will talk like normal, but when would it be de next time we fight like this again.

This never ends. Sick and tired of it.