The weekend is a quiet one, as opposed to a buzz-filled week it was.

A cozy Saturday night in, with nice food and sweet company(isn’t it amazing how much joy she brings to everyone?), before I dropped Minibean off at my cousin’s place(where Mum was taking the night off to play mahjong. We all now know it runs in the family) at Yishun.

I got a rude shock when the little girl and little boys I last remembered, and the babies I last cradled, are all grown up.

I wasn’t used when a mature female voice greeted me.

I think just like how they are not used to seeing an adult me.

“Wah! You are all grown up already, even with a baby now!” my cousin’s husband said to me.

I was so overwhelmed that it was… surreal.

I had to point to individuals to ask who those kiddos are(maybe in secondary school now?), before I realised I last saw them when they were really young.

But but but, the last trip back to the village my mum came from, was when I was…. only 5 years ago?

Granted, some of them weren’t there, and the last I saw them was when I was in my teens.

As usual, when relatives started to say I look slim, my worst critic would reply, “She where got slim? Fat already!”.

Knowing how they would not have good impression of me from the one-sided stories she loves to feed them with, I just unpacked the satays I brought, before I bade them goodbye.

Even the nephew I used to detest playing with when I was a kid(the blankets were our superman capes) was wearing an army singlet, quietly sitting by his desktop and it was queer to recall why we used to outcast him so much.

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I wanted to write about an entry about how Citibank customers’ service sucks, then something else pissed me off more.

They had been trying to contact me, they said, for 2 days, when they called on Saturday at my house phone. Truth is, I was speaking to one of them who told me the issue was not solved(I have called 1989755 times just to get someone to speak to me, basket!) on late Friday evening.

So when I was happily napping my Saturday away, they called and my mum answered the call.

And then when I finally woke up, she was being totally suspicious and asked if I had owe the bank money with my excessive spending, and thus the refusal to answer the calls with the bank chasing me for money.

Of course, she will only think the worst of me, and not knowing how the banking system works, I couldn’t be bothered to tell her the entire gist.

I impatiently replied that the bank is the one who owes me money after its deposit machine had retained my cash.

They said they would contact me the very next day, and well, tomorrow will be a week from the day it happened.

And I told her, “yah lah, you only think the worst of people lah, so suspicious for what? Mad.”

And with the stupid Citibank asking for verification of mother’s name, she got excessive paranoid that I was hiring a hitman to silence her for finding out my secret or something. Of course it is not that, I think she was scared I was borrowing loan shark using her name. Hurhur.

I got increasingly annoyed when my dad was sick today and asked her to cook those plain porridge and she simply refused to do so. How difficult can cooking porridge be? And he is not feeling well, and cannot eat oily food.

All these after we gave into her “blackmail” demand for more money. Her attitude changed for the worse, for she thinks we gave in cos we admitted she was right, and we, wrong.

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Watched 2 movies on my desktop back to back. The dark and twisted Pathology(Er.. duh!), and the light-hearted Made of Honor.

Went to sleep only at 5, and didn’t wake till almost 4pm.

Oh well, an eventless Sunday and I wonder why do I even endure all these waiting just to bored the hell outta myself and getting my time wasted.

The plus side is, at least I don’t go out, at least I don’t spend.

I should have a life, and I should start planning for other things next weekend.

It has been a long time since Friday-Saturday-Sunday mahjong. And it’s holiday next Monday.

Woohoo!