Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day. You may expect to blog about the same ol’ rigamarole of Mother’s Day and appreciating mothers throughout, but I won’t do anything of that sort. These sort of days are done to death, and in my opinion, benefit only florists and other gift-selling shops for the sole purpose of cashing in on this outbreak of commercialisation. If there’s Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day (and for years I’ve been trying to ponder on this), why isn’t there Teenager’s Day? Or Young Adult’s Day?

It’s not like we’re to be less appreciated. Not all of us are all angst and punk and fury.

I forgot today’s that occasion again, so did not wish my mum. She was expecting a card or gift of some kind >_>

Earlier, I sat next to my parents reading newspapers while they talk about my driving (something I’m not very eager to discuss with them). I wanted to go out for some practise tonight but no, they were tired and began nagging and lecturing why didn’t I follow them to Giant this morning to practise parking (I’d rather spend my morning on the PC, thank you very much) and even mentioned that why don’t I follow Ryui Bynn’s example who went shopping with his mum at Giant (wtf? I don’t see the relevance in this). And when I mentioned Shawn had already begun to drive on his own to nearby places, they told me not to compare. Ironic >_>

Sitting next to them subject me to unwanted nags, and they wonder why I don’t sit down at the dinner table anymore. Essentially, my communication with them can be very well summed up as this (edit: sorry if you can’t see the remaining piece of this comic because it’s blocked by the sidebar, but if you’re using Firefox, right click->View Image):

That’s about the same communication my dad and I shares. And to end this blog post, here’s the comic strip I wanted to post before but didn’t find the last time (sorry for the tiny words on this strip):