The Battlefield

You know what I hate more than getting beaten up? Well of course you don't, but yeah I'm going to tell you what it is. See parents know their children very well nowadays, because for example, the moment that little brat of theirs makes the (most of the time small and insignificant) mistake of making a mistake, the parents swiftly devise a strategy to handle the problem at hand. Even if it really isn't a problem, they'll make sure it will be one. And when they go to war with the child, they would eventually always win, because, for one, they know our weaknesses. They know what it is that'll have us on our knees, moaning and groaning in helplessness, just like Superman would do should he be in the presence of Kryptonite. Parents have our Kryptonite. They have their secret weapon, and mothers aren't afraid to utilise it and fire at will should the need arises.

See what I hate more that getting beaten up, is that secret weapon of theirs: the mouth. Yes, they nag.

I'm telling you, when they nag, you're done. If you fight back, you're just fighting a lost battle. Because, whatever your reaction to their nagging, it will only become a motive for them to ramble on.

For example, your mum goes:

"Tsk, you never bother to wash the dishes..."

You, with all the ego raging, talk back:

"What do you mean always? I washed it yesterday and the day - "

Mum goes gung-ho:

"Don't you dare talk back to me! How dare you. For 18 years I raise you and this is what I get? Wait til your dad hears about this. Other children aren't like you. Tsk."

You've lost. You're Dead. Toast. Sayonara. Just go to your room and turn on some loud Pussycat Dolls music.

See other than nagging, they also have other strategies that complement the initial one. For one, they always team up. Whatever mum says, dad agrees, and adds on. Vice versa. I mean, we can't do the same. We can't "team up" with our siblings and go fighting back, because that will only be seen as a mass "talking-back" attempt. And the consequences of that would be traumatising I assume (I've never tried it before, so I'm just guessing here).

Next up, they have the classic comparison-to-back-when-they-were-children tactic. They'll always go:

"Back in my days, I never dared to talk back. Tsk, now..."

Followed by the side-to-side shaking of the head to show their disappointment.

This I find most frustrating of all. It's as if to say that people from the old days are much better human beings than us. Right. So the modern teenager is always the manacing kind to roam the world.

You might wonder (or not) about this out-of-the-blue burst of teenage frustration from me. Well it just so happens that I was nagged by my own father and mother about a very cheesy problem. I did the huge mistake of gobbling up a whole serving of cheesecake, leaving nothing for the rest of the family. That got my mum pissed off, and blew her fuse. She rattled on and on about how I'm always (always?? I totally disagree) inconsiderate and greedy (well this I'm with her). And conveniently, my dad joins in the scene, and starts adding on stuffs like how I always spend hours in front of the laptop and shit, which is totally true, but, totally irrelevant too.

And so, what got me writing this entry, was cheesecake. Now ain't that ridiculous.

Oh well, okay now that I've got everything off my chest, I'm a much healthier child now. And for the record, I love my family. Duh.

And school's starting in a few weeks. This entry might just be a warm-up.

P/S: Well speaking of cheesecakes, there's a party going on on the 15th. So anybody and everybody, go dig for the details. Contact Azhar through his HP. I mean those who read this would probably know him and have his number. So yeah ring him up. Adios.

The above P/S does not take away the drama of this entry. Bye.