Hate Letter To My Cousin Who Is Flying To Canada

June 24, 2010

Hate Letter To My Cousin Who Is Flying To Canada

NOTE: This post is a follow up to this-

Dear Cousin,

I am forced to write this blog post, dedicated to you because there's no one I can turn to. The problem here is YOU, but Z won't understand me, because born into a family where cousins fall head over heels over each other, he tells me "why bother about others, just let them do what they want" - NOT a very wise advise to someone who comes from family of helter skelter 3 aunts and 7 uncles and multiples of cousins in tow.

Cousin, I wish I can wish you well for your upcoming ROM, but whenever I think about you, you make my bile taste sweeter then your smile. I remembered last Hari Raya, you know how we always end up sitting around "the couch" at grandma Pasir Ris and our parents blabber something about kids and school and what's on Suria.

Then I remembered how your dad (who is my dad's first brother) asked carelessly, how was I doing at school. I just smiled , nodded and replied certainly "I am doing good".

Wah, at that instant, I can feel fiery eyes shooting at me. And then you began blabbering about Oh ya, by the way, I am going to apply to NTU soon for some photography degree. I suddenly love photography.

Doinks. Sure you do. EVERYONE loves photography nowadays.

Then you rant solo (like talking to yourself, that's scary) about how you want to go Greece. Then your mum replied, "Buat ape nak pergi Greece honeybabysmellysayangsayang" (Why you want to go Greece *insert vomit-blood sweet callings here*)

And I still remembered your very sincere reply: "Bagus la, nanti balek boleh action siket" (It's good so that I can comeback and boast about it)

I cannot believe you said that. I mean, which idiot would say THAT. Even if you planned on BOASTING, you shouldn't announce it wut?

At that point I was contemplating whether to 1) Roll my eyes or 2)Excuse myself to ACTION that I am helping Gramps arrange those kuih tart (pineapple tarts). But due to my utmost respects to your parents, I stayed glued to the sofa listening to your blabber for another 15 minutes.

Cousin, have you met our other cousin? Didn't you know that she's doing her MASTERS now? Don't juxtapose yourself to me (do you even understand the meaning of juxtapose). She is way beyond both of us, going to reach maximum velocity of success and you still put put put like slow pok pok train. How? Tell her that you going Canada la! She prolly laugh at you (ok maybe not, because she so sweet like real honey).

Oh of course, did you just say that you are going Canada after your ROM? Which Degree again? 5 years I heard. I wonder how husband-to-be will live with that. Husband have to tuck libido for 5 years. How can? He'd probably "burst" after the 1 month you are gone.

You want this, you want that. You want car. Dad buys. You can NAFA diploma. Dad pay. You want be teacher need to go NIE. DAD ALSO PAY. You want go Canada, dad is going to pay $25,000 (deposit or whatever crap there is to pay). Bo chap bo chap. Dad drive taxi leh. You don't pity his ~~financial~~ worries?

I look at my dad and I know this awesome Australian degree of mine is already killing him. I can always tell Dad, I want to get Australian degree IN MELBOURNE, Hurry MUST fly me there, I don't care. Heck Heck Heck!

Everyone wants to get that dream degree which lies at the other side of the world. Trust me, if I'm Richie Rich, I will be in Melbourne sipping cool lattes and have Rimjhim (old time diaper friend) as my roomie.

It's all about You Want this. You Want that. But you don't care about 1) your mum 2)your car (who is going to pay for your car) 3)Your husband, BF whatever and lastly your dad (why? Money drop from sky!?)

This letter was suppose to be a hate letter, but as I was writing this, I realised I should be the cousin who is suppose to advise you because doing a degree is not like running a marathon. It's like running 10 marathons continuously. You can't stop.If you stop, you lose, you get out.

Please I beg you. Don't just do this because you want to action action with me. You are 25 years old for god sake. That attitude is so 16 year-old. Think like this : Imagine 5 years later you are at the Canada airport clutching on your air ticket to fly back home, whereas me, driving a flashy car with a real husband who is there for me all the time along with brothers and parents all by my side, plus not to mention I already got a head start with my lifetime career. Which life would you rather want?

Think,sis. THINK!

25 year old still acting like baby. Can't stand you, you know!