Nagged by: My mommy
My mommy asked me to charge her
mobile phone, but I couldn’t find her charger, and she got mad and here she
came with an array of moral lesson which she thought which would be good and
useful for the rest of my life to learn how to treat people right! Of course
she has not forgotten to add some sourly tales of how she felt badly to marry
to one of those third world country rogue tongue men who never learned to
organize themselves since they were young, who acted never being taught with
good family education and any good religious moral lessons.
She nagged, “No matter how busy
mommy was, I only placed mobile charger in one place, and that is in the drawer
of the foyer’s console desk! I am getting old, and my memory leaks like water
especially after staying a few years in that silly city called Kuching, where
you dad met an as equally silly Datuk-contractor now who even wants to become
an YB!”
I could tell she was not just
hurt by my dad badly but also indirectly hurt badly by this Datuk-contractor
whom my dad worked with before. She said, “Being ORGANIZED is the first thing
in life to learn and it should carry into the rest of your life circle. For an
example if one day you become a very capable businessman that your relatives
felt proud of you, yet they didn’t realize that although you kept investing all
over the world, but you are reluctant to pay your debtors and those people who
worked so hard for you, due to you are a bad organizer, you kept investing,
probably you forgotten where you have invested as well as forgotten which
debtors you have not settled and yet you tried to tell everyone that you have
settled all your debtors, and just because you are a Tan Seri or Datuk, your
friends, relatives and those small groups of people who received your favors
would trust your words, but out there those debtors’ family have to suffer so
much that they would curse you and your family? Being so rich and so selfish,
he only benefited his own family by abusing other people’s time and resources
without paying them reasonably fair, he would not donate his inheritance for the benefits of mankind but rather let all his children from different wives and mistresses to fight like dogs and cats! He never learns to be organized like those
well organized American serious business tycoons, who not just highly organized
but also possess high moral standard. And thus everyone respects them. You
choose a life to live - either you end
up like facebook founder who pays and help people or the datuk-contractor of
your dad who owes so much unpaid debts to your dad and as well as many unlucky
sub contractors, and nobody dares enough to sue him due to he could play laws
in his hand, he created bloody excuses of ridiculous bills charged to your
stupid dad’s company account instead, that’s the kind of bloody third world
lawyer that your dad met, and this is why we suffered up to now, if you are not
a born kiwis, today we probably end up homeless in Kuching, may be we will just
go camping in that Friendship Park and can see how that bloody rich Datuk-contractor
in Kuching live his life with his cheaply paid drivers and maids!”
She continued to nag angrily,
“Only the kampong folks who are as equally standard of like that
Datuk-contractor will vote him! If kampong folks who don’t act like a kampong
folks, general Malaysians would not be snubbed by those folks from richer
countries like Singaporeans, Bruneians, Kiwis, Australians and Americans. Just
like how we are being bullied now as a Malaysian, people know we are poorer
people! But hold on…. Although mommy never once bullies any people from poorer
countries,” mommy said many of her own Malaysian friends did that, “they really
look down at Indonesian, Filipinos, Thai and Burmese.” She commented, “Are they
silly? They tried to look down and bully at those people who are from poorer
country, but they have forgotten other richer countries people will look down
at them as well if they possess that kind of stuck up mentality!”
Mommy asked me, “What is called
being organized?” Before I could reply she nagged again, she just wouldn’t give
me a chance to express myself…. No
democratic huh, although she said she was educated in USA! “From the minute
after school, you walk into this house, you throw your school uniform like
Fuzhou Chow Chai (pickles) inside the closet or just throw them on the floor
like a floor mat. You should hang them up on the specific place instead of
asking me where your belt was, and didn’t even wear your belt to school, I am
so glad that you end up in NZ best public school where your teachers will help
to teach you to organize your life as well!”
Let me tell you a joke, my mom
didn’t know how guarder looked like and the use of it, as she didn’t go
shopping my school uniform with me. So I realized that my guarders had
disappeared, so I told my mom, my mom asked me how it looked like, then she
told me, “Oh my gosh, I was quite wondering why your aunt’s fancy bra strips
ended up in my laundry basket!” And she even suggested me, “Use a rubber band,
like how I did it during my military training!” But my school wouldn’t allow
this happen, they are stricter than Malaysian military!
And truly my mommy is well
organized, when I reminded her again of the guarder after being warned by the
school, she knew where she placed her things!
Lastly, before she walked out of
the entrance she still not forgotten to nag, “Remember! Being blessed is you
earn a lot of money, and your wealth can help to benefit those people who help
you to build your wealth! Don’t use them to add more wealth to your foreign
bank account, after that whatever you promised them, you pretended that you
didn’t say it and ended up those employers left you with their curses, all
because you didn’t pay them the money or shares as you promised them before!
And if you end up being a rich businessman like that I can guarantee that you
won’t be a happy man! You won’t have any friend, and you only can derive
happiness from the dirty money you gain to buy those empty happiness!”
“Mom, I understand you! Yes that
kind of Datuk-contractor is so unhappy that he would always show his tantrum on
his staffs during bad days! Low EQ Datuk-contractor wants to become an YB? What
a pity Malaysian!” Luckily I am in a country with no big snakes and small
snakes!
