Let her cook it HERSELF!
I am supposed to be in the kitchen cooking those vegetables, but hey, what am I doing here in front of my computer?! Who's gonna manage that burning wok with various veges in it? No one else, but MUM.......
I'm boiling to my max at the moment, and I REGRET..TOTALLY FUCKING REGRET...letting her watch me do it. I knew this would happen.
I was feeling damn lethargic this morning cos I had a nightmare last night. Shit! Woke up feeling damn depressed, but NO NO, I'm gonna wear a big smile and cook up something for the family gathering (geez..wish one nv existed). So happily, I went downstairs after washing up, making sure the ingredients are fine, and if the quantity would be enough for that dreadful party of 24.
Mum said she wanna supervise cos her stove is spoiling soon (not the first time...). Fine. I'll let her and I warned her not to stand at that corner and comment endlessly (which she did the other time I cooked fried noodles for the family), pissing me off. She said she won't. Great! Let's see what happened....
There I went to the kitchen, with her starting the fire and placing everything I needed. I told her she forgot to take out the oyster sauce and sesame oil......and..................
"Sesame oil for what?! I never put sesame oil when I fry vege. Later gonna stink ur vege if you put too much!!!!! You must know that you cook in UK is different from cooking here..cos the sesame oil different...you....." *my ears shut liao*
Note: I have NOT started even putting oil into the wok..and that was the first comment already.
I ignored her, and added the oil into the wok (her wok is damn heavy..she should get a lighter one manz..such a chore to swerve the oil around). In went the garlic, and she stood beside me, watching every movement of mine (I felt DARN irritated and uncomfortable). In went the carrots and baby corn. Ok, I have to admit I can't handle her heavy wok well, so I have to make sure I stir the carrots and baby corn around often, in case they get burnt...then......
"See already know you are not a great cook. Those who can't cook will keep stirring and stirring..and soon..the veges will turn absolutely rotten..." 2nd comment.
I found the fire too strong, and my fingers felt like they were gonna be burnt soon, so I lowered the fire......
(My reply's given in purple)
" Why you lower the fire?!?!?! You know my stove spoiling? You turn off the fire already you know?" *Mum frantically looks around the stove*
"I didn't turn off the fire manz! I can see it! Can't you see the fire from here?!?!?!?!"
"You off it already!!!!!!! You turn the wrong direction..you don't lower the fire when you turn the knob clockwise!!!!"
"For goodness sake, when did I turn it clockwise?!"
*Mum showed me how to turn the stupid knob anti-clockwise to lower the fire (like as if I dunno)*
"You turned it clockwise!"
"I didn't..I turned it anticlockwise. You mean I'm so stupid as to not be able to understand symbols?!?!?!?! The big fire symbol's is at 9 o'clock, the small fire symbol is at 12 o'clock, while the O symbol is at 6 o'clock. Which idiot will turn from 9 to 6 to lower fire? That'll be offing it! I turned from 9 to 12!"
Then she ignored and turned the knob from 12 to 3..and went... "See???? That's the way!"
MY FOOT! ALL I hear is a noisier stove. The fire didn't seem to get bigger. And the only reason I can think of contributing to the sound is more gas being emitted from the stove. And just after she did that, she asked me the DUMBEST QUESTION ON EARTH...
"Did you say the small fire symbol's at 12 o'clock? Is it? How to read the symbols?"
THAT'S THAT!
"Cook the veges yourself. I'm leaving!" Off I left in a huff, slamming the kitchen door behind me.
Sometimes, I wonder when Mum can shut up for once. And stop acting as if she knows everything, and then start asking stupid questions just to piss everyone else. The thing is, even now that she's ill, she's still talking a lot! Doesn't her mouth get tired?!?!?!?! Argh!
Not just today, she pissed me off last night too. Got into a big row with her at Parkway.
Dad asked where we wanted to go for dinner. Immediately, she said "Let's go to Parkway" Fine. Parkway shall be it. So off we went there. Then the next question is, "What to eat?" Then she said, "Dunno." Fine. We went to the food court, which was damn crowded. It's gonna take ages to find a seat for 3, and she commented "So many people..sianz..."
So I tried thinking of other places where there isn't such a big crowd. I suggested Thai food, and she gave me the 'fed up' look and said "Very expensive ya noe?!". Ok..so I suggested the other food court near to Giant, and Dad said it's too dirty..he doesn't like it. My next suggestion was Ajisen Ramen (I don't really like it, but I just wanna fill up my tummy..food quality's not my priority at that moment). Dad was fine with it, and we were about to head there...then this comment came...
"I don't want to go there. I feel like puking the moment I think of noodles. I am ill, got no appetite"
I started boiling already, cos I was thinking... "If you've got no appetite, then why are you grumbling about not wanting to go here and there? You're not gonna eat much anyway!"
Dad then said we'll go a Thai restaurant, but cos we couldn't remember which floor it was, we went to check it out from the directory. Mum grumpily followed. Spotted 2 Thai restaurants from the list...Parkway Thai or Siam Restaurant. So I asked my parents which they preferred (cos I don't wish to really blow my top at Mum in public). Dad preferred Parkway Thai. Mum then gave hell lot of comments again.....
"Where is that restaurant?" She asked this when Dad and I were looking for it on the 2nd floor ( we saw from the directory that it's on the 2nd level, but we didn't see which unit, cos how big is the complex anyway...)
"What is Siam Restaurant? Thai restaurant meh?" "Don't you know what Siam is? Of course it must be Thai..or else why Siam?! Are you trying to piss me off by acting stupid, or are you really stupid?" I was rude in my reply huh..cos I cannot stand it already...
Dad roughly remembered where Parkway Thai was because we went there before years ago. It was in the well hidden "lane" of the complex. I followed him into the "lane", but Parkway Thai was no where in sight. Mum tagged along and grumpily, she waited outside the "lane". Couldn't find it, and we thought maybe the restaurant had closed down. Siam Restaurant will be the only option left. Then....
"Don't have ah? What is the unit number? How come don't have? You all know where or not?"
We didn't answer and walked away. I walked to the directory to find the unit number and decided to give a 2nd shot at looking for it, but realised that the only place would be in that "lane" we searched earlier. When Mum saw the unit number, she walked to that "lane" and decided to search for it herself. Cos Dad and I had already taken a look, we just let her go find it herself, while we waited outside. Damn stupid...
After she has convinced HERSELF that there is no Parkway Thai in that "lane", we went to Siam Restaurant. She started grumbling again, saying that the food's not nice. Made my blood boil again cos I was thinking "Anyway, you're not gonna eat much...does it matter to you?" Ignoring her comments, we got a table and was gonna order our dishes. And she started again...
Mum: "What are you all ordering?"
Me: "Which would you prefer? Dishes or individual? If you wanna cut costs, looks like the individual ones will be better"
Mum: "Aiyah...don't know you all lah. I no appetite..told you already I don't want to eat much..."
Me: *pengz*
Waiter came...and gave us some recommendations..
Dad and I placed some orders and as we did so, we asked Mum if it's ok for her..and she went, "Order anything you all want lah. I said I no appetite.." So we ordered what we wanted..and when we ordered Black Olive Fried Rice.....
"Black Olive Fried Rice? Nice meh? How can be nice?"
WOULD YOU BE PISSED OFF EATING WITH A PERSON LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!??!
I did get fed up and I threw her the menu and said "Ok, since it's not nice to you, and since you're so troublesome, order the food yourself!!!! No appetite..dun wanna eat much...but grumbling non stop......" It's only then she decided to shut her trap. It was beyond my limits that I didn't want to give her anymore face.
And you know what? When the black olive fried rice came, she actually finished half the plate....so much for saying that it isn't nice..and mind you, she said the rice was nice when she was eating it.... piece of sai manz...argh...
I'm boiling to my max at the moment, and I REGRET..TOTALLY FUCKING REGRET...letting her watch me do it. I knew this would happen.
I was feeling damn lethargic this morning cos I had a nightmare last night. Shit! Woke up feeling damn depressed, but NO NO, I'm gonna wear a big smile and cook up something for the family gathering (geez..wish one nv existed). So happily, I went downstairs after washing up, making sure the ingredients are fine, and if the quantity would be enough for that dreadful party of 24.
Mum said she wanna supervise cos her stove is spoiling soon (not the first time...). Fine. I'll let her and I warned her not to stand at that corner and comment endlessly (which she did the other time I cooked fried noodles for the family), pissing me off. She said she won't. Great! Let's see what happened....
There I went to the kitchen, with her starting the fire and placing everything I needed. I told her she forgot to take out the oyster sauce and sesame oil......and..................
"Sesame oil for what?! I never put sesame oil when I fry vege. Later gonna stink ur vege if you put too much!!!!! You must know that you cook in UK is different from cooking here..cos the sesame oil different...you....." *my ears shut liao*
Note: I have NOT started even putting oil into the wok..and that was the first comment already.
I ignored her, and added the oil into the wok (her wok is damn heavy..she should get a lighter one manz..such a chore to swerve the oil around). In went the garlic, and she stood beside me, watching every movement of mine (I felt DARN irritated and uncomfortable). In went the carrots and baby corn. Ok, I have to admit I can't handle her heavy wok well, so I have to make sure I stir the carrots and baby corn around often, in case they get burnt...then......
"See already know you are not a great cook. Those who can't cook will keep stirring and stirring..and soon..the veges will turn absolutely rotten..." 2nd comment.
I found the fire too strong, and my fingers felt like they were gonna be burnt soon, so I lowered the fire......
(My reply's given in purple)
" Why you lower the fire?!?!?! You know my stove spoiling? You turn off the fire already you know?" *Mum frantically looks around the stove*
"I didn't turn off the fire manz! I can see it! Can't you see the fire from here?!?!?!?!"
"You off it already!!!!!!! You turn the wrong direction..you don't lower the fire when you turn the knob clockwise!!!!"
"For goodness sake, when did I turn it clockwise?!"
*Mum showed me how to turn the stupid knob anti-clockwise to lower the fire (like as if I dunno)*
"You turned it clockwise!"
"I didn't..I turned it anticlockwise. You mean I'm so stupid as to not be able to understand symbols?!?!?!?! The big fire symbol's is at 9 o'clock, the small fire symbol is at 12 o'clock, while the O symbol is at 6 o'clock. Which idiot will turn from 9 to 6 to lower fire? That'll be offing it! I turned from 9 to 12!"
Then she ignored and turned the knob from 12 to 3..and went... "See???? That's the way!"
MY FOOT! ALL I hear is a noisier stove. The fire didn't seem to get bigger. And the only reason I can think of contributing to the sound is more gas being emitted from the stove. And just after she did that, she asked me the DUMBEST QUESTION ON EARTH...
"Did you say the small fire symbol's at 12 o'clock? Is it? How to read the symbols?"
THAT'S THAT!
"Cook the veges yourself. I'm leaving!" Off I left in a huff, slamming the kitchen door behind me.
Sometimes, I wonder when Mum can shut up for once. And stop acting as if she knows everything, and then start asking stupid questions just to piss everyone else. The thing is, even now that she's ill, she's still talking a lot! Doesn't her mouth get tired?!?!?!?! Argh!
Not just today, she pissed me off last night too. Got into a big row with her at Parkway.
Dad asked where we wanted to go for dinner. Immediately, she said "Let's go to Parkway" Fine. Parkway shall be it. So off we went there. Then the next question is, "What to eat?" Then she said, "Dunno." Fine. We went to the food court, which was damn crowded. It's gonna take ages to find a seat for 3, and she commented "So many people..sianz..."
So I tried thinking of other places where there isn't such a big crowd. I suggested Thai food, and she gave me the 'fed up' look and said "Very expensive ya noe?!". Ok..so I suggested the other food court near to Giant, and Dad said it's too dirty..he doesn't like it. My next suggestion was Ajisen Ramen (I don't really like it, but I just wanna fill up my tummy..food quality's not my priority at that moment). Dad was fine with it, and we were about to head there...then this comment came...
"I don't want to go there. I feel like puking the moment I think of noodles. I am ill, got no appetite"
I started boiling already, cos I was thinking... "If you've got no appetite, then why are you grumbling about not wanting to go here and there? You're not gonna eat much anyway!"
Dad then said we'll go a Thai restaurant, but cos we couldn't remember which floor it was, we went to check it out from the directory. Mum grumpily followed. Spotted 2 Thai restaurants from the list...Parkway Thai or Siam Restaurant. So I asked my parents which they preferred (cos I don't wish to really blow my top at Mum in public). Dad preferred Parkway Thai. Mum then gave hell lot of comments again.....
"Where is that restaurant?" She asked this when Dad and I were looking for it on the 2nd floor ( we saw from the directory that it's on the 2nd level, but we didn't see which unit, cos how big is the complex anyway...)
"What is Siam Restaurant? Thai restaurant meh?" "Don't you know what Siam is? Of course it must be Thai..or else why Siam?! Are you trying to piss me off by acting stupid, or are you really stupid?" I was rude in my reply huh..cos I cannot stand it already...
Dad roughly remembered where Parkway Thai was because we went there before years ago. It was in the well hidden "lane" of the complex. I followed him into the "lane", but Parkway Thai was no where in sight. Mum tagged along and grumpily, she waited outside the "lane". Couldn't find it, and we thought maybe the restaurant had closed down. Siam Restaurant will be the only option left. Then....
"Don't have ah? What is the unit number? How come don't have? You all know where or not?"
We didn't answer and walked away. I walked to the directory to find the unit number and decided to give a 2nd shot at looking for it, but realised that the only place would be in that "lane" we searched earlier. When Mum saw the unit number, she walked to that "lane" and decided to search for it herself. Cos Dad and I had already taken a look, we just let her go find it herself, while we waited outside. Damn stupid...
After she has convinced HERSELF that there is no Parkway Thai in that "lane", we went to Siam Restaurant. She started grumbling again, saying that the food's not nice. Made my blood boil again cos I was thinking "Anyway, you're not gonna eat much...does it matter to you?" Ignoring her comments, we got a table and was gonna order our dishes. And she started again...
Mum: "What are you all ordering?"
Me: "Which would you prefer? Dishes or individual? If you wanna cut costs, looks like the individual ones will be better"
Mum: "Aiyah...don't know you all lah. I no appetite..told you already I don't want to eat much..."
Me: *pengz*
Waiter came...and gave us some recommendations..
Dad and I placed some orders and as we did so, we asked Mum if it's ok for her..and she went, "Order anything you all want lah. I said I no appetite.." So we ordered what we wanted..and when we ordered Black Olive Fried Rice.....
"Black Olive Fried Rice? Nice meh? How can be nice?"
WOULD YOU BE PISSED OFF EATING WITH A PERSON LIKE THAT?!?!?!?!?!??!
I did get fed up and I threw her the menu and said "Ok, since it's not nice to you, and since you're so troublesome, order the food yourself!!!! No appetite..dun wanna eat much...but grumbling non stop......" It's only then she decided to shut her trap. It was beyond my limits that I didn't want to give her anymore face.
And you know what? When the black olive fried rice came, she actually finished half the plate....so much for saying that it isn't nice..and mind you, she said the rice was nice when she was eating it.... piece of sai manz...argh...
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