I was planning to go watch a few films with Po Chin during the film festival. It was just so very unfortunate that the dates of the films were so close together, the minute my mother got to know about them, she totally freaked out.

I actually expected her to freak out, but this was worse than I thought. She actually gave me the cold treatment?? How brilliant...I have no chance to fight my case, to convince, to negotiate.

I knew that I was fighting a losing battle. So, I actually called Po Chin to tell her I cannot make it and managed to make some arrangements for a less-likely-to-cause-freak-outs kind out schedule. And what did my mother do? She ignored me.

Or perhaps it was the way I talked to her that hurt her. Initially, she wanted to bring me out shopping and doing facials, u know, the typical mother-daughter outing, to reward me for my examination results. She was so excited. Then, I had to break it gently to her that I cannot make it this weekend. Then obviously I had to tell her that I had already arranged to go out with Po Chin on Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday, Wednesday and the following Sunday. I actually shouldn't blame her for freaking out.

But still?? There was a period of time in the past when I was at the peak of my rebellion against parental restrictions. There was once, I hurt my mom so much she cried. I felt so guilty after that I promised never to defy her anymore ever again to break her heart like that.

I'm actually in a dilemma now. I really hate being in conflict with my mother. But I really want to watch those films too. And frankly speaking, my mother is not someone you can convince very easily. Most of the time, it is one try and that's it. Suggest whatever you want to say once and pray damn hard for her to approve it. Well, turns out this time she's not too happy with it.

Sigh sigh sigh.....oh by the way, the washing machine broke down yesterday and I had to wash all the clothes with my hands. Ouch, aching arms too.