Complaints vs. Frustrations

Question: How does one know how to distinguish between a complain and just a mere let out of frustrations?

I think I've found the answer after a few days pondering on the subject.

A complain is usually one with condemnation about the subject being complained about.

E.g. : Why is this - insert bad word text so unbearable?

That is a complain. It has all the elements of discontentment and it is in every way oozing with hatred.

A phrase of frustration?

It is when you just voice your frustration without condemnation or any added description about the subject.

Eg. : I am just so tired reading this text. [probably this post too]

And I'm glad that I have found the distinction between the two.

Do me a favour??

Let me know when I'm complaining. Yes, do it. Say it right in my face. I can handle it.

_______________________________________________________

I don't know why, but I just seem to:
Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap banyak banyak.

Why arr?? Why??

Sometimes, it's like I just can't shut up!!!

My brain tells me to SHUT UP!! but my mouth just won't.

It's like it has a mind of its own.

_____________________________________________________

What do you get when you have me and my mom in the kitchen??

Craziness.

My mom will start telling me crazy stuff which is actually true.

And being Mrs. B, she just can't help herself on the topic that she talks and advises best in. [I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you what it is. It's embarassing.]

Then again, besides the craziness, there are also series of supernovas.

I finally revealed the Voir heels to my mom.

When she saw it, she was furious, thinking that I bought it the day before when I was literally dumped at the Jaya Jusco at Bukit Tinggi.

That is episode #1.

Episode #2:
I misplaced some document which is very very vital. Mom's extremely furious, accusing me of being irresponsible and sloppy. And then she went on ranting bout how she absolutely cannot trust me with a credit card, cannot trust me by letting me go to Singapore on my own, cannot trust me to do anything at all. And, she always say that I can't do Law. Reason for me being sloppy and lazy. Pfft.

You know what's ironic? Yet, she still asks me to run lots and lots of errands for her.

Episode #3:
She found this whole stack of storybooks that Eilene lent me. My mom went purple again, thinking that I bought those books. Bloody hell. I don't have so much of money. I would rather spend it on clothes and DVDs!!

There was almost another episode #4, when I wore the quite-short skirt.

I'm so glad she went to pasar malam and did not see me in the skirt at all. When I reached home, I dashed into the room to quickly change in case she suddenly decides to quit the pasar malam early.

Oh, and I'm so glad that my dad did not turn to the pasar malam to help her carry stuffs. I'm so glad that I kept on telling him that she'll be home by the time we're home.

Strangely, my dad seems to be fine with me wearing that skirt. But when I bent down a little in Carrefoure, he was on the verge of a hysteria. Haha. Sorry paps! But I can take care of myself very well.

Probably it is pre-destined by God that my mom should grow impatient and run off to the pasar malam on her own to avoid a super SUPER nova at home and hence, exterminate all chances of me going to Singapore.

Seriously, I don't get it. Why does she always think that I'm such a super bad daughter who doesn't know any limit and cannot control myself?? I know what's right and wrong. I'm old enough to rationalise for myself.

___________________________________________________

It's really hard to try to suppress my hunger pangs.

I have finally surrendered to the fact that I am actually almost too tall for my own good.

Look around, I'm almost taller than most people.

And Malaysia being in the Asian continent, there are not that many tall people. They are very limited.

My mom told me that I have to stop having sudden urges to gorge on food.

Food = extra energy + extra protein = the possibility of growing taller.

So, I've decided to cut lunch when I'm in college but have quite a heavy breakfast.

Yesterday, did not quite work out for me.

Yea, I only have Iced Milo for lunch, but when I went home, I was starving crazy.

And I verbally told my dad that how I wish that my mom will come home with blessings of tau fu fahs.

And I was blessed more than that.

I got this awesomely delicious Korean dumpling. [It seems to be the only thing that I like from the Koreans.]

And... and... a super big packet of tau fu fah.

It was pure bliss.

But the problem is, I ate so much of tau fu fahs [2 bowls to be exact] that my stomach was so bloated and I just felt like puking when my mom made me drink the soya bean.

Inilah Hikayat Debble.

When I starve, I am starved crazy and when I gorge, I gorge till my stomach threatens to explode.

Next lesson to be learnt:
MODERATION

P/S: So sorry for not blogging for quite some time. My internet at home is a complete cracko. [And yes, Dom, I do wish I can smash the dinosaurs and the streamyx modem, but I shall have to abstain to avoid my mom breathing down my neck.]