A Series of Unfortunate Events...

Most Stories tell about how things go well & finally living happily ever after in the end…

However the story I’m telling now, is a story that happened some days ago, a story that didn’t go quite well…

Things were fine & all…working…shopping…eating…laughing…hanging out with friends… ….

I was looking forward to the cruise trip to Phuket & Langkawi with my parents & grandma. Although from the very start I knew that it wouldn’t be a very smooth one due to my dad’s bad temper, so I got to bear with his nagging and all other nonsense. Things went on pretty well, till we got to Phuket. It was raining very very heavily, so there’s no way we can shop the stalls by the roadside, so we went to the shopping centre nearby. I wanted to get a tankini but then couldn’t really find suitable ones, those that are not bad I knew my parents wouldn’t allow me to buy because it’s too revealing. So I convinced myself to give up the thought of getting a swimwear in Phuket. Then mum saw this really nice denim jacket, even I agreed it’s nice. Dad thought it’s nice too. But then when he knew it cost about S$70, he was very reluctant to buy it. Yup, the stingy man find it too expensive. But in fact it’s cheap! So when he knew that the last piece of size L jacket had some lose strings he asked mum not to buy and he walked away. Being stubborn, I told dad that it was a good bargain and that even if we couldn’t get a size L we can always get a size M since mum and I can share. Moreover, denim materials get slightly bigger after wash, so the size wasn’t a big problem anyway. But he couldn’t agree with me. So we had cold war. It was only after mum negotiated with dad, dad agreed to let us buy that jacket. Of course, I won the cold war after all. But in the first place there was no need for such cold war, because it was just a trivial matter. Just making all three parties unhappy, that’s all!

Another significant event was on the very last day of the cruise, when we were heading for Lido theatre to be disembarked. Mum & dad walked very fast leaving me & grandma behind, and grandma’s legs are pretty weak, so she walks very slow. Just before we enter Lido, grandma wanted to go to the restroom. So I brought her to the restroom & waited outside. I tried to contact Dad but couldn’t because he didn’t on his phone or is it due to the poor reception onboard. But what-so-ever, when we returned, my dad had gone looking for me & grandma. My mum chose an inconvenient seat to sit which was blocked by other passengers on board. It’s quite inconvenient for an old lady to walk in passing the others before reaching her seat. So the crew member asked me & my grandma to walk the long way from behind and enter by the side to our seats. We walked such a long way & grandma almost fell because of the steps and narrow way, before we realized that the side path was too narrow for her to walk through. Grandma was very angry, because the crew member was inconsiderate for her. Even though she didn’t do it on purpose, but she should have check properly before directing me & grandma to take that route. When dad came back, he scolded me for not telling him that grandma & I went to the restroom. He even said that grandma was wrong to reprimand the crew member. But then grandma just want to show her unhappiness! Dad talked back without even knowing what was going on!!!

That’s only the major events happening…what’s more?!?!

My mood was very bad that day, wanted a run very badly! So I went jogging at Hougang & had a bad fall. The size of the wound is like 3 fifty-cent coins on my left knee. Still acted tough the next few days, thought that I can handle the pain although I’m really scared of pain. On the 3rd day, the wound had those yellowish liquid (called pus I think). Mum got them removed; it was so painful that I almost cried. I spent my whole Saturday either watching anima or giving tuition. Walking to my tuition kid’s house in punggol was the worst! The usual 10 minutes walk turned out to be a 20 – 25minutes walk. It even rained when I was on my way to her house. When I reached, her door wasn’t open. I pressed the bell several times, but no one answered. So I walked to the nearby stairs and sat there. Luckily, after 5 minutes her brother opened the door because he was going out. After that I realized that her family had unplugged the doorbell that was why no one answered the door. How unlucky can I be?!?!

Sunday, it’s still a bad day for me! Dad wanted to fetch us to grandma house, so he went to get his cab first while I prepare myself to go out. Actually we weren’t late, but Mum didn’t want me to wear denim skirt because she said that I don’t look good in it. So I went to change to a pair of shorts, then she told me that it was too short. So I changed to the slightly above knee length shorts, just as she wished. Guess what happened?! LATE!!! This resulted in nagging by my dad!!! Can’t blamed dad, I think he’s going through andropause now. In case you don’t know, middle aged men also go through a process similar to menopause. I read this from a magazine. So I was scolded because I was late, but it wasn’t all my fault right? Why can’t I just wear denim skirt?!

What’s worst? Mum went out and bought this cream that she claims to be very effective when she got rashes. I told her not to apply on my wound, but she insisted that the cream is amazing and my wound would recover soon. So, she went on doing what she think is right. SO… …

My wound actually became more and more damp, then the yellow liquid keep flowing down my knee. Pain…Pain…PAIn…PAIN!!! So painful sia!!! But I got no choice but to attend my Japanese class in Tampines. I took bus there and tried to bear the pain for nearly 2 hours before I reached home. Even waited for the cab for like 20 minutes, got quite pissed because of the wound and the pain. I thought that the wound finally closed and getting better, but because of my mum I had to endure the pain all over again. I was very angry with my mum when I got home, didn’t want to talk to anyone. I headed straight back to my room, changed, and cleaned my wound. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I was crying. My parents thought I couldn’t bear the pain that’s why I was crying but it was partly the reason. It was due to many countless reasons, dad’s nagging these days, going through the pain because mum applied that silly cream on my wound and I wasn’t suppose to complain or say anything, if not mum will get scolding from dad. Or even maybe because I had wanted to cry very long ago, just that I was trying to act tough all along. I didn’t want to cry in front of others, but I ended up crying in front of dad, mum & bro today. It wasn’t just about the pain; it was more than the pain.





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When will the wound starts to heal?

When will the wound heal completely? Or will it ever heal completely?

Will there be a scar?