Fed Up

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Some relatives popped by for a visit, and their idea of being friendly is relatively (hah!) strange. I was asked multiple times if I would have a chicken wing (no thanks I just had dinner), spaghetti? (I'm full thanks), any noodles(I just had an ice-cream!), chocolate cake (You just gave me a chicken wing... ... okay la since it's chocolate), then would you want a (no no no!) or a (full thanks...), don't paiseh leh (I'm not being paiseh, I'm just being full (grrrr))

It's tantamount to harassment! No wonder my cousins are all getting fat.

Since I didn't have much to say beside the customary nodding when they commented "oh you've grown already", I decided to be nice and as social as possible and sit around doing partial fractions bleah.

Add-on later:

I'm in a dark kind of mood now due to circumstances and career choices and feeling like I'm going against my moral principles for personal gain like a nasty greedy typical Singaporean and it hurts my head to think about it. Confound it all.