Yesterday night…”Oh yeah, hehe, you’re paying for yum char. Oh goody!” Yes, I’m paying.

Today, before we left the house…”Oh, that’s right, you’re paying. Don’t forget your card!” Yup, I’ve got my card.

At the restaurant, just after we sat down. “Remember who’s paying, OK?” Yes, I know. I’m paying.

The first round of food comes and I wanted a prawn dish which was slightly on the expensive side, but we declined because she said that there’s a cheaper version coming. OK. “Remember, who’s paying OK?” Yes, I’m paying. Second round of food comes and mother is settled as she got some food.

Third round came and I was going to get two dishes of the prawns. She said only one dish and when the waiter left…yep, you guessed it. “Remember who’s paying OK? You’re paying.”

This went on for another few minutes until it was either tell her that I KNOW I’m paying, or walk out. The latter, I thought was incredibly…rude considering it’s meant to be her birthday lunch with the family. So the former, it is. “Mum, look, I know I’m paying so please stop saying that. I know I’m paying.”

Then she throws a big tantrum saying that she was just reminding me, helping me to be “frugal” and since I don’t want her to say anything (where the hell did I told her to shut up for the whole meal?), she’s not going to say anything. I can order whatever the hell I want, instead of letting her decide.

Great. It’s now suddenly my fault. Excellent. Then I told her that that was not what I meant. I’m just saying please stop repeating/reminding me that I’m paying. I know I’m paying. I’m not mute. I’m not jobless. It’s your birthday, it’s meant to be a family meal, I’ve budgeted $100 for the four of us, let’s just eat and let ME worry about how much it’s going to total up to.

She’s still throwing tantrum, I’m still trying to explain, and my dad is kicking my ankle (which is incredibly sore from soccer) and I just gave up. I told her, you do what you want, I told my dad to stop kicking my ankle because it’s sore, and I didn’t eat after that. Lost my appetite. So I rested my head on the window sill, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, dad already took the bill and paid for it.

I would feel bad about the whole thing, but I don’t. Why? Because my brother was also trying, in his own way, to tell my mother to stop telling me “who’s paying” and “you’re paying”. It’s not just me. I told my brother that to save myself this kind of trouble, I’ll just buy her a nice box of chocolate and be done with it, instead of having a repeat performance like today.

I’m sick and tired of trying to do something nice, and having tables turned on me. You want to do this, fine. But don’t do it to me. I’m sick and tired of always looking like the bad guy. At the end of the day, people in the restaurant thinks I’m the bitch. Great. Thank you very much, mum, love you too. ♥

In real life, my family were planning to have a nice dinner out on New Year’s day but we didn’t know if restaurants will do a surcharge. So we decided to postpone it to Monday. Sometimes they surcharge us a ridiculous amount.

The most productive thing, well one of the more productive things I did today was back-up my stuff. I haven’t done a back-up since…I had this laptop, which I estimate was nearly three years ago. Oh yeah. And I wasted three CDs because Windows decided to be petty and tell me my CD has errors when in actual fact, it’s just two files with incredibly long file-names. It took Roxio Burner to tell me that.

I manage to back-up most things except for that one…games folder containing about 6 ~ 7GBs worth of…fun. My CDs for backing up can take only 700MB maximum. Go figure.

The other productive thing I did today was complete a sample layout for Playroom. It’s one of the rare times where I was thinking of using a user’s screen to a max. So where it counts, the width is totally fluid. It’s also XHTML and CSS valid! Gosh, I was so proud of myself. *pat on the back* Of course, XHTML was Transitional, so that helped a bit. I’ve never tested myself by using Strict before. Maybe I should, when I have more patience.

And because everyone does this…here are just a few things I would like to do this year. My _ ~ = + resolutions + = ~ _.

• Not panic when I see something like this:
  

  if(isset($_POST['theComment'])){
$query = "INSERT INTO article SET name='".$_POST
['name']."',title='".$_POST['theTitle']."',comments='".$_POST
['comment']."',";
$query .="date_posted=NOW(),categoryID='".$_POST
['CID']."',artchild='".$_POST['theID']."'";
if(!mysql_query($query)){
echo mysql_error();
}else{
$getarticle="SELECT * FROM article WHERE artid = ".$_SESSION
['aid']." ORDER by date_posted ASC";
if(!$result = mysql_query($getarticle)){
echo mysql_error();
}else{
$num=mysql_num_rows($result);
}
}
  Code sneaked from DevShed.

  I’m still not thoroughly comfortable with PHP. Heck, I don’t even know exactly what isset does right now.So yes, I’d like to be more versed with PHP than I am right now.

• Pass my courses with a grade closer to A+. I’m studying part time, I should be able to. Must study harder!

That’s all I’ve got at the moment.

Happy new years!

I was very upset about the redundancy. And the manager I told you about? Not a good working relationship with her at the moment? Well, if the news she was telling me wasn’t generally categorized as “sad”, she probably would have broken out the champagne and thrown a jamboree party before, during and after she told me the great redundancy news. Not kidding. Her face was trying, and failing for that matter, at containing her smile at the news. Well, that lazy bitch can jolly well…whatever. If I was such a shit employee, why is everyone else sad at seeing me go in a couple of months?

I just wish people weren’t so…frustrating to deal with sometimes. At university, it’s the inconsiderate bastard talking away in a quiet section of the library or the tutor who can’t be bothered helping you find out what’s suppose to be happening, at work it’s the manager who doesn’t know how to behave like a manager or the colleague who’s always taking time off to “study” when we all know she’ll probably waste it on partying until the morning and at home, the brother who’s so lazy that a sea sponge will appear more hardworking.

After I left work today, I felt so dejected and started planning out a lazy holiday after my exams in June. So far I’ve got down that I’ll probably take the train to travel, camp out at a motel/hotel for probably 2-3 days, take the train back. Not too sure yet…all I want is a break from this…madness. I can’t take it anymore. And this holiday is just me. No one to accompany me and tell me what to do, or take advantage of me and all that. It’ll be just me. Like it’s always been.

Was that so hard?! NO, IT ISN’T.

It’s ALWAYS “up to you”.

I asked him if he would like me to accompany him to fetch my mother from the train station. “Up to you”. I asked him more than three fucking times, and he either says back to me, “up to you” or “would you like to go?” HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT to just say a simple fucking ‘yes’ or ‘no’. I don’t know about him but IT’S PRETTY FUCKING EASY.

On a lighter note, my friend is trying to get me an interview at her office for an administration position. I’m trying to keep calm and cool about it. I may or may not get it so I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch. Nonetheless, I’ve got to keep up with my typing and brush up on my non-existent interview skills. Since I know I’ll probably trip, fall and blunder my way through the interview, it’s not a question of how good or bad I did. It’s how bad is it. What’s the damage?