April 15th, 2008 at 4:11 pm
Naggy
Some friends complained I am too naggy. I think I know where I get my naggy genes from. It’s from my mother.
Today during lunch…
Mom: Remember to tell your colleague, I put the “fatt choy” too early to stir fried with the vegetables. So it’s blackish now. Very unsightly. Tell her very sorry.
*My colleague pays my mom to have home cooked food from Monday to Friday.
Me: Okay.
Mom: The fatt choy ah.. aiyah.. I made a mistake. I shouldn’t put in too early. See what it has turned into!! All black!
Me & sister: MMmm….
Mom: Tell her ah, very pai seh lah. The black thing is fatt choy you know. Tell her don’t be alarm. It’s only fatt choy. I put too early just now.
I am already starting to count how many times she will make the same remark.
Mom: Remember ahh…. Tell your colleague ah it’s fatt choy….
Me: How many times you want to repeat the same thing? *very annoyed*
Sis: I think till we get into the car and she will ask us to wind up window and repeat the same thing over and over again.
Mom: I worry you forget mah. Remember to tell her ya.. the black thing is fatt choy….
My sister and I grunted and continued eating lunch.
So, as for the friends who complained I am too naggy, sorry about that. You won’t hear me nagging anymore as I am aware how annoying it can be.
P.S. I am seriously suffering from pre-mature aging. I am naggy and being called an auntie a few days ago in the supermarket. Sigh.