Its been more than a week since I ended my exams, and so many things has happened since then. I wanted to blog about happy things and all, but truth is, I am in a rotten mood right now, and everytime I am in a rotten mood, I blog, cos who else can I bitch to except to this blog, where readers of course have a choice not to listen to my grumbles..

And when I am in a rotten mood, who else can I blog about but my mother. She remains the only person who can make me pissed and hurt beyond words, her forte being to complain at every single thing that I do. For example, it was her birthday last week. So to so call 'book' her because she is a very busy person who would rather celebrate her birthday with friends than her family, I asked her when she would be back for dinner so that I could cook for her. And promptly got told off by her, telling me to mind my own business. Alright, with all due respects, thats what I get for wanting to make her birthday a little special, so fine, I would get on with my own program.

Then on the day of her birthday, she told me that she would be home that day for dinner. Inwardly, I was cursing that she could have told me earlier because I had already made plans for that day. Outwardly I smiled and said I'd go ahead then. That night, I was hard at work in the kitchen making pumpkin soup and pasta for dinner. And did she say one word of appreciation? Not one word, made a lot of criticisms about the food and even scolded me because my 2 stupid dogs happened to pee all over the house, and she blamed it on me as I was hogging the kitchen and prevented them from doing there business in the kitchen. I had bought a mini strawberry cheesecake for her, keeping in mind that she did not really like chocolate. And the first thing that she said was, what an ugly cake. When I defended my choice of cake, she said that she liked chocolate. I couldn't find an answer to that and decided to keep quiet.

I am not done with bitching yet, there is more.... Then she told me that she wanted me to bake 10 bags of cookies for her friends in appreciation for helping her raise some funds. So on saturday, I got down to work and baked and packed them neatly in 10bags. I was out that night, with my dad and aunt aubrey at the chocolate buffet. Sidetracking a little, it was as good as I remembered. And this time, we ate slowly and savoured everything slowly. It was such a lovely feeling, eating my favourite food, with live violin and piano performance and just enjoying life, soaking in the ambience of the place. Anyway, back to my mum, she sent a saccharine sweet message to me, heavily peppered with sarcasm, thanking me very much for the cookies, but that she did not want to give her friends yet as she had not bought the thank you card and telling me to consult her before baking. Obviously I did not reply as my reply would not have been pleasant. I mean, you tell me to bake cookies and I bake, and now you are telling me that you don't want, what the f*** do you want me to do.

Today, when I got home, I got a scolding from her, being rude for not replying to her message, and further scolding me for baking without consulting her. I was feeling extremely fed-up, and told her that I did not have time to bake next week as I would be starting special semester. And she could keep the cookies in a airtight container and give her friends when she want to give them. And if she didnt want to give, thats fine by me too. And then I had to endure another 10mins of scolding for being rude and blah blah blah...get out of my house..go back to your dad's house...etc. But what made me very mad was when she said that she didnt have to give the cookies to her friends, but that since I liked showing off my baking skills so much, thats why she offered me the opportunity to show off my baking skills to her friends. I really do not have to prove myself to anybody at all, least of all her and her friends. My cookies are good and I know it, I have been told often enough. I bake for people I love who know how to appreciate my cookies, and if she can't appreciate it, too bad for her.