IBS, accusations, and Saturday night drama...... MAJOR RANT!!!!

I think i've tried write a post bout 10 times already since 2 weeks ago. And each time, i get interrupted every 10 minutes or so. It's either hubby wants to check something online, or it's Gordon needing my attention or Malcolm screaming his lungs out..... WTF!!! I dont get to sit in front of the pc AT ALL. And when i do have some time in between, hubby will be playing his blardy pc games and each time i try to get him off the pc, we'll get into an argument. Why, because he'll just close all your opened browsers without asking you first.

Yes, sentiments are bad lately. The air is heavily charged. Everything is just waiting to erupt. Sooner or later, i'll just burst. I dont know how long i can tolerate all this shit. Tu9lanniamahai.

Ok, regarding what kinda despicable act blardy fucked-up IBS#1 did that pushed me to the edge of late; here's the story. Be prepared. Lots of profanity ahead. And it's a rather long post.

It was just another typical Saturday last weekend. On our way to the car, i brought the snail mail in. Hubby wanted to read his in the car, so i left the other on the tv cabinet right beside the main entrance to the house. When we arrived home, hubby's aunt and her daughter, together with her 2 kids aged 1 and 3, dropped by for a visit. I sent Gordon out of the bedroom to go play with them.

MIL went out to chat with them in the living hall. I came back to my room to attend to Malcolm, only going out to check on Gordon every now and then. During one of my checks, i found some papers scatterred all over the floor. And as i picked them up, i exclaimed loudly, "Sei lorr..... Ah Leng geh soon hoi joh. Mm ji hai mm hai Gordon hoi ge leh?" (Die, Ah Leng's letter is opened. Dunno whether if it's Gordon who opened it?) The living hall is darn small lah, and everybody there can hear what i said.

I compiled them together and handed them over to MIL who was chatting away nearby. There was another piece right in front of her and i picked that up and gave that to her also. I walked back to my room and continued with my business. The relatives left around 5pm or so.

Now, fast forward to 9pm....

I'd just finished breastfeeding Malcolm in my room. Hubby was at the pc and i was about to change into my pjs when i heard frantic knocking at my door. The moment i opened it, that motherfucker IBS#1 starting barking madly at me. I let her bark. Niamahhhh... she was accusing me of opening and reading her mail.... WTF!!! Diu, it was her credit card statement only lah. What's there to see. I get 10 of those every month lah, what's the big fucking deal. Something to hide meh? Even if i wanted to spy on her mail, i wouldnt choose that lah.

I told her flatly that Gordon might have opened it out of playfulness. Wah, she barked even louder. Accusing and incriminating me even further. Her words were really harsh; believe you me. She wouldnt accept my explanation. So i retorted, "Your mom saw me picking it up. It was opened; all over the floor. If you dont want your mail opened, then dont have them sent here". She fought back and said; "This is my permanent address and all my mail will be sent here."

Okay, that bitch's married. Now, why would a married person have their mail sent back to their parents' place. Aitelyu, it's simply because that blardy fucker she's married to is a swindler. That's why no permanent address. Always on the run from debtors or people trying to lock them out of their house or burn their house down. Own house also dare not stay. Have to rent here and there. Swindled my brother's money, mine, hubby's (lots of it) and her own father's too.

Because of this, my relationship with my own brother's jeopardised till today as he thinks we're in it together. Each time i see my brother or when i go back to my parents' place, i feel damn bad. That blardy fucker still owed me money till today. For years already. They have this huge altar in their house, full of figurines which that swindling bastard worships. Her blardy husband better pray damn hard that all those people he's cheated before or hiding from had better not find them and hack them to pieces in their sleep.

I slammed the door in her face. Hubby asked what the commotion was all about. I just shrugged it off and told him that he's heard everything what. One stupid opened mail; that's it. To me, it's such a trivial matter, not worth getting worked up and stressed prior to bedtime. I'd rather end it promptly. Why bring animosity back into the place that i sleep in? Hubby kept asking whether his mom witnessed me picking up the mail or not and i kept telling him "YES".... diu. Until myself also tulan already and stormed over to MIL's room to let it be a known fact that her mother witnessed it, period. Dont believe, ask her.

MIL just sat there on her bed like a deity and didnt even attempt to stop IBS#1 from continuosly lashing out at me. Even when her daughter is in the wrong and i'm being vilified. So much for justice, hoh. MIL did not defend me AT ALL even though she knew the truth. In other words, she also doubted me as well lah. If i dont stand up for myself, who will? I knew she's been waiting for opportunity to get at me for a long time already. But just dont want to dirty her own hands only. And yet, i still respect her? Ya lor, can wan..... it's an art i mastered long ago, aitelyu.

This led me back to reflect on some past incidents in which she tried to incriminate me. Like the time 3yrs back when i just gave birth to Gordon. Hubby brought back some bird's nest; a gift from one of his friends. I dont really fancy all these things and never buys them. MIL loves it. Buys tons of these and hides them under her bed.

One day, I wanted to try some and had a bottle. She saw me drinking it and accused me of stealing her stuff from her room. Luckily hubby's the one who brought it back. I'm innocent, but how to exonerate myself if nobody knew? My in-laws also purposely bought a huge safe back after that incident and put in inside their bedroom to lock up all their valuables should they somehow disappear one fine day..... sigh.....

In her eyes, her daughters cannot be wronged. What kinda upbringing is this? I ask you? Cannot even differentiate right from wrong. See, do you think i still need to give face? I screamed back at her and came back to my room.

Hubby asked me whether his mom said anything or not and i told him "NO". That did it. He got so tulaned and went out to give both his sis and mom a piece of his mind. He cannot stand petty things being blown out of proportion like this. When it comes to defence, i have the best. I can bet my life on it that he'll prosecute her to death. I'm so getting ready to celebrate victory.

When hubby gets angered and fucks you up, you are really asking for it. Be prepared to lose badly and die a bloody death. When he's done with you, you'd just wish you hadn't irked him in the first place.

I followed him out to the living hall. Wah, seeing the both of us, IBS#1 got bolder. She sent me back to my room; asked me to go put on a bra before coming out again lah, whether i know how to write the word "shame" or not lah, with nipples that can almost be seen thru my sexy skin-toned skimpy next-to-nothing spaghetti top. (Quit imagining, you humsuplous and continue reading. Didnt i say earlier i was about to change into my pjs?)

Hey, hey, hey.... dont you think that's a bit overboard, getting personal and definitely out of topic leh. She dont have nipples wan meh, or are they udders. Worst still.... empty coffee bags? I smell jealousy..... KNNCCBPUKIMAPUNDEK PTUIIIIIIIII!! Of course, i shot back at her. How to resist. I'm beginning to like where all this is leading to.

Wah, talking about "shame" hoh, dunno who's more shameful leh. Me wearing a see thru top or her shot-gun marriage leh, niamahfulat. Never think properly before speaking. But the word "shame" hoh, doesnt apply to the female members of this family when more than 50% of them got pregnant before getting married. So much for perfect upbringing. In her days, should have been downright "shameful" mah. Yes? No?? "Jumm juih loong" (tied up and drowned to death in a pig's cage) already woh.

Hubby waved me back into my room and like a puurrrrfect lil' obedient wife, i went back in with Gordon. FIL tried to be the judge. You know what he said? "If your letter got opened, you also get angry lah. And moreover, i wasnt there to witness it woh". Niamah, isnt this like rubbing salt into wound. If that's the case, all our judges will be out of a job. It's either you stand neutral or shut the fuck up lah.

Abuthen hoh, FIL loves family dramas. This isnt the first time he stirs up unnecessary issues. Diuuuu, this is only a minor family tiff between daughter and DIL. As elders, am i right to say that they should stop it from the very beginning? In fact, the whole issue can be prevented should MIL have stopped IBS#1 from coming to my room in the first place. But sorry, no.

As a parent, i certainly would want all members of my family to stand united and live harmoniously with each other. But, i dont understand why my in-laws promote disunity and hatred in their family. Aitelyu, from that day onwards, i no longer give face to all 4 IBSs. I wrote them off for good. I've turned living here into an art.

Hubby gave IBS#1 a really hard time. Digging up all her shitty shameful secrets and making sure that nearby neighbours can hear it all. Aiya, better than sitting in front of the tv watching ASTRO Wahlaitoi lah. Want to sensationalise an issue, do it dramatically lah. Why didnt hubby take the argument out into the open so that more can get to enjoy an otherwise mundane Saturday night, hoh. So, IBS#1 left; badly defeated. Dont expect to win lah. In hubby's territory.... forget it. So, Samm VS IBS#1; 1 - 0.... Yeeaaahhh!!!!

Yesterday, during tea-time, i met my Sis1. I told her that some drama took place last Saturday and who the main actors and actresses were. On hearing this, she told me something also. It seems that blardy knnccb IBS#1 cannot accept defeat and is planning another attack against me. This time, using her daughter as ammo. Bad choice. With that poor girl's IQ, no match lah. Sent her daughter to try to get my Sis1's handphone from my niece who's in the same form as her's wohhhh..... how pathetic..... rolls eyes.....

Sorry lah. My niece ah, damn smart one lah. If you think she'll just give out her mom's handphone if you drop a few keywords, you are so wrong lah, woii. That's good upbringing. Come here, Szeling..... do me a favor, make your pimply-faced schoolmate's schooldays numbered. Pooiyi buy you big fat present, hah..... hugggsss. Wahhh, me so damn wicked.

Think what.... my Sis' as uncivilised as she meh...... that brainless bitch. Me, already damn jialat..... dont play-play with lethal me. Come near my family members.... huh.....jan hai lorr lei jin (really asking for it). I bet you IBS#1 will not give up so easily. She'll somehow find another way to get to me. I'm so damn scared ohhhhh, what should i do now wohh???????? Go hide under the bed when she comes over????? Damn.......

I have a feeling that Episode 2 is in the making even as i type. Meanwhile, my dear family members, have fun should IBS#1 finds her way to you. You know the details now, plus additional weapons should you choose to unleash them at her. Slaughter her.... i wanna see blood, k. Make it a slow and painful death. Feed her to your dog after that..... and email me those pics as proof.

OKAY!!!! Showtime's over. Now... chewren.... time to go to bed. Stay tuned for Episode 2 soon...... yawwwwnnnnnn....