Growing up in a Cantonese dominant family, my mother was far from a gentle, soft spoken and lovey dovey mom. There was NO WAY I was gonna get my boo-boos kissed when I hurt myself like what I did to my kids (LUCKY SPOILT KIDS!!).

I remembered hurting my knees when I was five because I fell off the bicycle. It was pretty bad, blood kept flowing profusely out of my wound. And I still had to paddle my damn bike all the way home (I know you must be wondering what was a five year old playing outside the house all by herself? The point is, I am still very much alive now, aren't I?). My heart was beating loud like the speakers in the club *EEERBODY IN DA CLUB GET TIPSY! EEEERRBODY IN THE CLUB GET TIPSY*, the fear of being scolded by my mother was WAY bigger than the pain I felt on my wound (that was how frightening my mom was when she was angry). I quietly sneaked into the kitchen, climbed up the stairs and as I was about to reach my room (not really my room, as the youngest, I had to share the room with my sisters, I didn't have my own bed slept on a matrass on the floor) *Have you seeeeeeeenn my childhooooooddd - me singing in a super nasal voice a la Michael Jackson*, my mother came out of her room and the rest was history. That was the end of me, I died. This is Dewi's robot typing and telling everyone the story of her life. Naaah, I wished it was that simple. So my mom came out and saw my bleeding knees and her first word is, "MATI!!" (meaning DIE, my mother's favorite word, god knows why?). Maybe if my mother is Rachel Zoe, she would've said "I die" in a somewhat fashionable way. I started crying dramatically hoping she would take a pity on me and spare me the nags. Did it work? HAH! I WISHED! Not only I had to listen to her nag and yell, I had to endure one of the worst pain in my life (still, nothing compares to my 14 hours contraction during my first labor). She made me wash my wound and poured a bottle of Die Da Yao Jing on it. For those of you who aren't familiar with Die Da Yao Jing, BLESS YOU!!! I call it the antiseptic from Hell! Whoever created it, must've hated the world so much!

Anyway, that was just one example of how heartless my mother was! No, just kidding! Love you, mom! I guess that was her parenting style, that was what she knew - raise your kids to be tough. Which is not wrong, but it would be so much better if she could learn to understand me and my two elder sisters' personalities better. That way, she would've learn to apply different parenting skills on each of us rather than using just what she knew or what she heard was supposedly good back then.

I used to dislike my mother, I was the worst child, her biggest nightmare. Growing up all by myself in a another country, far away from home and family can be a blessing and also a curse at the same time. I was grateful that I was sent to Singapore for a better education since I was 6, I had the most wonderful school days there. But, I was so used to making my own decisions, so used to do everything my way that I became quite a bitch. At 7, I had to make my own Indomie Goreng when I was hungry, made my own bed, washed my undergarments (imagine a 7 years old washing her own panties, lucky I did not have any vaginal diseases, LOL, EWWWW!). That is why I cannot stand knowing or seeing people my age or worse, older than me, being such a brat! #SALAHFOKUS again. Okaaaayy back to your point, Dewi! Geeezz! Here we go, soooo, when I'm back home, I could never stand my mother, she was such a control freak! Everything I did was wrong and I have to do everything according to her ways. Everything had to be tidy and neat and clean, not even a single speck of dust (shiiiiiiiiiiieeeeetttt that sounds just like me! Turns out the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, no wonder I couldn't stand my mother, we are like two magnets with the same pole, we will always repel each other). So, the more she tried to control me, the more I rejected her, and things got bad. Like really bad. I'll spare you the details, so I don't look that bad and you will still think I'm nice. GUA KAN MUNAFIK! BANGET! I should change my blog to HypocriteHousewife instead of HystericHousewife.

Thankfully now, I learn to let go of all my anger towards my mom. Trying (HARD) to tolerate her naggings and to understand her personality. Still can't stand her sometimes, but I tried to see the positive sides of her. And to be honest, she's not that bad, I am actually grateful that she is my mom, she taught me to be a bad ass through her tough parenting. I can't imagine me being a spoil brat who can't do anything on my own. I rather die.

But, will I use her parenting methods? NO. In our times now, we are far more blessed than our parents, we have all the resources in the world. Google parenting methods on your laptop and you will see so many great articles, parenting apps, books and even magazines. We are able to read and learn from those, thus making us smarter. However, the most important thing (at least according to me) is to bond with your children, get to know them, learn about their different characters, apply different parenting technics on them.

Afterall, no two people are alike, even identical twins have different personalities. And if your friends have different parenting styles than yours, STOP BEING A JUDGEMENTAL BITCH! If you don't like what you see, don't see it, or if you just have to be that nosey bitch (like ME), at least just talk about it with your other friends or your partner. I truly understand the pleasure in talking bad or gossiping about other people, it makes us feel better! Like, sooooo good! BUT THERE IS NO NEED TO POST WHAT YOU SAW COMPLETE WITH YOUR COMMENTS ON A SOCIAL MEDIA.

I am NO parenting expert, my kids are brutal in their own adorable ways. So, if reading this post makes you think of me as a smart alec. Believe me, I'm not trying to be one. Just sharing my thoughts and typing whatever that pops out of my head. And if you feel offended when I mention the word spoil brat, well, hey maybe you are! You need to grow up and get out of your cocoon and I still can't stand you. So that's it for my bitchin' session today, see you on the next one!

I'm back!! After about three years of absence, I realized how much I love and enjoy bitchin' around, and since the world can be a very judgemental and bitter place, I shall confide to this dear blog of mine. But, people out there might be able to read what I bitch about, isn't that what worry me? Oh hell no! I'm not worry at all, after all, there is a part of me who is such an attention whore that she makes me sick sometimes.

Anywaaaay, three years! Wow! So many things happened in three years! I am now a mother of two! And I have like the most adorable babies! I'm beginning to sound like a typical mother or here where I live, we say, kaya emak emak yah cyiiiiinnnn! If I'm not mistaken, my last post was a picture of me six or seven months pregnant with my first child, trying to look supah stylish when in fact I looked like a sloppy walrus.

Some of you may remember this to be a "fashion" blog *I am throwing up a la Emily Rose in Exorcist out of disgust upon hearing myself*. Seriously, Dewi??? A fashion blog???!! Were you even that stylish?! For crying out loud *continues throwing up the Pepes Ikan my mom made for lunch*. My mom is here from Singapore and she cooks the best dishes! #SALAHFOKUS
Ok, back to our current topic. Me??? A fashion blogger??!! SERIOUSLY WHAT WAS I THINKING??!! I DO NOT have the time (most importantly money) to dress up in fancy new clothes every single day! I DO NOT #wakeuplikethis (imagine those so called celebgrams posing sassy in their red lipstick with that hashtag). I woke up every morning looking like crap! With a pair of puffy eyes, pale face and my signature megaloman aka super messy hair. Fashion blogger, much?? BAH!

Why would I even considered or tried? I guess I was THAT selfless! I wanted to be everything that looked or sounded WOW. GEEEEZZZ!!! GROW UP, WOMAN! HEEEYY!! I DID!!! Excuse my soliloquy, you will probably read a lot of it here in my blog. But, a BIG one like Kim K's but(t).. I gotta give myself a pat on the shoulder for the confidence I had! Confidence much or shameless much? You be the judge! I don't really care, as Tay Tay would say, haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate.

So, after three years, I think have finally know me better. Much better. I am definitely NOT a fashion blogger material. I can never afford the time to dress up pretty and pose for the camera everyday. There are more important things that I have to tend to. I'm definitely FAR from a stylish or a cool person, I am not girly but I do like makeups. I am a nerd who loves the geek stuffs. I love to cook, I love to (think that I can) bake, I love making bento for my family but most of all, I love to eat. I enjoyed going to IKEA or even Ace Hardware more than going to H&M. I am far from graceful or elegant, I talk the shit. I say whatever is going on in my head. But I have learnt that some people are so sensitive, they get offended so easily that they hated me for that. *Tay Tay playing in my head - haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate, I'm just gonna shake it off, off off, shake it off*. I am willing to change and be better only for myself and my children. Period.

So in this newly ressurected blog of mine, I will write about my daily bitchin', post some recipes maybe when I have the time and some other stuffs depending on my mood. For now, I will end my post for the day because I am starting to get nauseous as I am typing this blog on my cell phone. *Drake's Hotline Bling is ringin in my head - you used to call me on my cell phone.. Oh crap, I seriously wanna throw up*.