Walk away

Walked out on my mum. Walked out of my house. Fucking cannot take it. 

Context: I lost my bank card today. Within 15 minutes, I called and cancelled it. Bank balance and last known activity all cleared without any problem. In the next 30 mins, went home and got my passport (just in case IC wasn't enough cause I had no idea how a video teller works), went to the video teller and got myself a new card. All good! Settled very efficiently ya! And so being someone with accountability (which I now fucking regret), the whole time I was updating my mum on the entire situation from start to finish via WhatsApp. No replies, no snarkiness whatsoever. 

She simply replied asking if I wanted to eat crab tonight, she'll dabao from near her workplace. Before this, she's been harping about eating crab for the past week so ok woman, sure. I replied her ok, since my badminton session got cancelled that meant I'll be home to have dinner together. Little did I know, she would come home, set the crab down, and run her smart ass mouth non-stop.

1 "Wah you still got appetite eat crab ah if me I also no appetite eat lah"

2 "How you still can want to eat crab ah want celebrate you lost your card ah?"

3 "Not scared hor people take your card number anyhow buy thing"

4 "You lucky not credit card only people anyhow take and 刷 (swipe)"

5 "You eat finish the crab I bring you go police station make report"

Chaojibai that was it. I didn't even sit beside her and the damn crab. I just walked the fuck out. What's the fucking problem? 1 and 2, hello I'm simply accommodating to your craving. 3, I already said I verified every fucking thing, no problem. 4, come on lah I fucking efficient leh I didn't even waste time searching left right center before cancelling, I literally cancelled the moment I realised, then I searched. I also know the seriousness of bank accounts and cards now with the easy accessibility granted from all the mobile banking. 5, WTF FOR? Get my card back can do what? Scoop out the crab meat?

My search was really very extensive ok with the help of the poor limping Indian cleaner auntie. She was so nice to search the toilet cubicle together with me while I kept telling her "Slowly slowly, it's ok", after which she even went and grabbed her tongs to search the dustbin (specifically for my Watsons plastic bag because my bloody uterus lining decided to surprise me) thinking I might have accidentally dumped it in. Just cannot find lah! Suck it up, move on, get a new card asap. Done.

Nabei still kena bomb left right center really ragret leh. Why I never just diam diam deal with it myself and shut the fuck up ah? Why? This is how families start to communicate lesser know. Fucking communicate and get fucked. So in conclusion, don't communicate better lah is it? No fucking way round it sia.

I walked out to block her out and to go get a damn police report to shut her up but guess what? Second time going police station ok first was 6 years ago for Jerome's stupid rioting, but anyway, made a bloody fool lah because I addressed my mum's concern about ahlong and whatnot to the officer, to which he said

"Not necessary haha you just need to report to ICA, but if you insist I can still write you up?"

Please lah wtf for right it wasn't even a theft or what. I ain't wasting his time for my own stupid shit that's already dealt with.

Honestly I was still in a very good mood albeit my cramps kicking in because 1, the uncle at Queensway Shopping Centre who regripped my racket who then found out I lost my card and couldn't even pay $5.90 was so patient with me, told me to go search then come back. I had no idea they took iBanking's Scan & Pay but nevertheless, he didn't insist on payment first. 2, the poor limping Indian cleaning auntie! I was having a relatively good productive me-time day and despite this careless hiccup, it was still a good vibes day because of the nice strangers around me and how efficiently things worked out in the end.

Bloody hell sia I really tried so hard to rein my anger in while my mum kept going on and on because I know I'll regret whatever I have to retort fuelled by my damn period. I just kept closing my eyes and breathing slowly, deeply. She really just had the audacity to say that I was rude and to stop rolling my eyes at her. Eh you which eye see my pupil ah? My eyes were god damn closed. If anything, the biggest lesson I took away from Baden was that in the face of nonsense, just walk away. Throw a rock at a pile of shit and it'll splatter back onto you. So that's what I freaking didn't do. Just had to keep poking me. Really just had to. I'm letting you off easy because you're the only one I have now and the only one I love mum. Just stop.