Dear (nosy) Makcik of mine (I cringe to the thought of us even being related),
Time, and again, I hear your (un-invited, might I add) input from mouths and lips.
If you must know, my Mummy is as well-informed as you are, kudos to Mummy!!!!
Anyways, since you ARE capable of reading blogs and all, I do hope you stumble literally, PLS)
on mine, cos this is one longgggggggggg awaited letter I've been wanting to write, just to you.
Firstly, I am NOT like your daughter - I do not have her tastes, looks (thank God), brains,
OR opinions.
I am Me, a child of my Dad, and Mummy. Not yours, so you have Z-E-R-O say over my life.
I hope that is oh-so-clear, unless you need a Malay translation? Oh, AND, I am quite happy being
the jeans-and-tee girl, thank you. I know I am 27. That does NOT mean I have to dress like I am,
just because I want people to notice me.
If you must know, I get noticed just as much even in jeans-and-tee ;p (LOL)
Secondly, I am still not expecting, because my husband is away at work - HOW THE HELL AM
I TO BE IMPREGNATED, right??? Its not cos I do not want kids (hell, in case your ears don't work -
I work with them, I study them, I actually love them), nor is it due to any of our impotence
(good God, even I wouldn't have gone THAT far!). Just because your daughter already has
children, does not mean I'd have to live up to her?
Does that explain YOUR having children then? Tsk, tsk.
Thirdly, Mummy doesn't really like talking to you - In case you were bimbotic enough not to notice.
I mean, who wouldn't be bored when ALL you do is point out YOUR children's achievements
like THEY are the only children on this planet.
My Mummy do have other important things to do, you know...
Like crossword puzzles, and her PSP.
Fourthly, I am amazed at how stuckup you LOOK, and behave, just because.
Stop treating everyone else like 3rd world nationals, and you'd be surprised to see how nice
everyone would be to you. I pity your maid or whoever it is crossing your path that you personally
deem as low-class, I really do. IF it was me, I'd pour boiling water over those darting eyes
and the rude mouth.
Oh, and yes for the thousandth time, My husband IS Indonesian - and he is damn proud to be one,
might I add, and no matter how many WHYs you ask Mummy, he will still be one.
And if I find no problems with that - so, WHATS it to YOU????
I am the one happily married, AND making love to him, not you, RIGHT?
You just keep YOUR family in check, not anyone else's, alright honey?
That all said, I can't wait for you to meet him - so he can 'change' your much-too-blunt perspectives
of an Indonesian, and hopefully give you an insight of how Indonesians and their Indonesia
are generally better than Singaporeans and our SIngapore, twice over (try debating that
with him, I admitted defeat myself).
Fifthly, I don't suppose you can just have a change of clothes, once in awhile -
seeing how high-class you perceive yourself to be?
Your 1 single 'uniform' bores even the simplest-dresser.
Sixthly, I just find offence just looking at you, to the point of not wanting to even
acknowledge you when I see you in public. Don't expect this blood-tied niece of yours
to respect you, when you don't to others.
Seventhly, can you just stop comparing your kids to Mummy's? If it makes you feel better,
WE REALLY DON'T GIVE A DAMN!
Eightly, yes, I am back to school. I like to study kids, and WHY shouldn't I?
Just because this 'line of work' pays nuts, doesn't mean I can't take it up.
Maybe its not $$$ I'm after.
Money DOESN'T make really the world go round, you know -
that's just some saying by someone who hasn't gotten job satisfaction.
In any case though, let's just see if I make the "nuts" enough after my Hons,
maybe I'd get to be called Dr Rozaleen. Woohoo. Wheehee!
:p
Ninthly, I should just disown you. Now, can someone tell me HOW i can do that?
Tenthly, another reason WHY you should stop being your stuck-up-your-own-ass self.
YOUR daughter is following in your footsteps, and in future, so will your grandchildren, and we
defintely don't need MORE of your kind roaming the Earth.
Yours Truthfully,
Your Amazingly Honest Niece
(my Mummy taught me that honesty was the BEST policy!)
:p