If I had blogged about this last night, this post would be full of foul cuss words and wife bashing again.  Not that there aren’t any now, just perhaps without much tulan-ness as I felt last night.

I haven’t been feeling well.  Perhaps pickup a viral infection from dotter when I took her to the doctors a few nights ago.  Imagine she had to call me at 2am to tell me that she threw up.  But forget about that.  This post is about what happened last night.

I wasn’t feeling well.  I had a slight fever.  My head was hurting.  The heat from the past few days wasn’t helping.  Although yesterday was much better, it was cloudy and windy.  I opened up my balcony to enjoy the breeze and wanted to go visit ‘Chou Kung’ oledi (Is this correct ah? Chou Kung? The kung you visit when you go to sleep. My Cantonese fail I know) :P

Around 11ish I get a call on my mobile.  The mother of my children calling.  We had a few phone calls between us the past week and a few issues as well which I should have blog about but again did not because that’s how I’m feeling about blogging on these personal stuff on this blog nowadays cause I’m just trying to appreciate the clouds and not judge anyone and dunno what anymore. :P

Those phones calls were just the normal stuff regarding the kids, regarding her parents and a loan.  None of her famous hostility.  So I picked up the call again last nite, totally not expecting what was going to happen.

From the get go, she asked me (in a tulan tone of voice and the speed of a freight train) why I bought so many books for the kids, especially dotter.  She says she was going through dotter’s room and noticed that dotter had many books on her book shelf and the shelf on the wall.  "Why you buy so many books ah!!!? Chee sin ah you!?"

WTF rite?  So I like bookstores and I like to buy books.  We used to go together and they would choose something for themselves whenever.  Nowadays I pick up books for the kids and pass it to them whenever I see them.  Not all the time.

So what’s wrong with having too many books I asked.  Dotter likes to read anyway.

She says hor… the books I buy hor… very easy to read wor… not dotter’s standard wor… I’m not helping to develop dotter’s brain by buying all these books for small children wor…

WTF? She’s only going to be nine this year.  I don’t buy books for someone in kindie you know.  None of those A for Apple, B for Boy type of books.  I buy books that my dotter normally reads, Enid Blyton, Hannah Montana series - which are her current favourites.  Those type of books.

Recently dotter didn’t have any more reading material, she asked me if she could read my books that I had left behind.  She’s currently reading Dave Pelzer’s A Child called It which she’s able to understand.  Any words she doesn’t understand she’ll look up a dictionary.  I DO NOT think the books I buy are that easy for an 8 year old.  Not as easy as her mother says anyway.

So she rages on and on about the books.  Bla, bla, bla.  Fark, fark, fark, fark.  The tone of her voice causes me to have a brain freeze.  I’ve never heard anyone rage on for so long about books.

I was just feeling really fucking tired because I was unwell.  I was sweating because my blood was already boiling.  My separuh masak telurs where one level away from exploding!  Ended up having a shouting match over the phone about books!  Tiu niasing books you know!  Got nothing better to fight about issit!?  If it wasn’t because I like my phone so much I would have threw it against the wall.  A cheap old mouse went in it’s place instead.

Perhaps next time I should buy books like these.

Books you know!  ‘Sor’ meh?  WTF!?  Siao meh!?  How lah! How!?  Dunno lah!  Very hot ah!