The rebellious streak in me prevailed and dominated once again today as I wore my new pair of black jeans to work.

Well, at least it’s not blue denim. And no, I’ve no cases this afternoon. (^_^) Which also explains why I’ve so much time on my hands to blog.

I had my red tanktop, my red-black-silver rings, silver and black earrings, my black VNC heels and of course my black agnes b bag.

Wow I managed to match my entire outfit from head to toe literally! *sprinkles flower petals and twirls round and round on the spot*

That’s my obsessive compulsive disorder for you. I’m such a nutcase.

 

Anyway talking about acts of rebellion, lately, my little sis has once again taken to pleading with my mum for permission to get more ear piercings. Ok, she’s turning 20 this year, so she’s not exactly the little girl in pigtails sucking a lollipop anymore. Oh wait, she’s still doing the latter part. Anyway, it all started with, surprise surprise, yours truly, ME. 

Now, 我的母亲大人 is this super cool type of mothers who makes other children with other mothers envy their children like crazy, who has no use for curfews for her children (I didn’t know there was such a thing as curfews until my friends told me of theirs) and practically allows and trusts us to do anything except for drugs, random sex, tattoos and body piercings (other than the traditional pair on the ear lobes). I can call her 王大妈 (her maiden surename), 猪妈妈 (no, she’s not even fat) or 这位大婶, and she won’t get mad at all, but she can’t tolerate unnecessary ear piercing. She’s someone whom you can reason with and fight for something but it’s extremely hard to reason with her how the piercings are essential when even you know they’re not.

I argued with her incessantly throughout my adolescence about getting ear piercings. I wanted to do badly without any specific reason that I could state except I want, I want, I want, but she didn’t allow, even though once, my dad actually had the nerve to stuff me some money to get the piercings right in front of my mum. My mum came very close to slaughtering him on the spot. One mistake which my mum made then was using the same excuse of “以后你长大了,我才不管你” to push me off for the moment. When she said that, I knew she meant the age of 21 but I didn’t care. When I was 19, a freshman and for once, freed from the conventions of school, I went to get them done after informing her the night before. Perhaps thinking that I wasn’t serious because I said it frequently, she only said “不可以” before running away to avoid more confrontation. Imagine her anger when she saw my piercings the next day. It was worse when one of the two new piercings was on the helix, totally not traditional. 

I think she scolded me “神经病” and refused to talk to me for the entire day.

But of course it was all back to normal the following day. That’s my mum for you. How can she ever stay angry at her beloved daughter whom she loves too much haha.

That was definitely a form of encouragement for my sis. I’m actually surprised that she hasn’t done it yet. Afterall she has already earned irk from my mum when she dyed her hair red after graduating from junior college last year. Oh yes, my mum doesn’t like us dyeing our hair either, but mine’s black because I chose to be. When she told me about her piercing plans, I told her, fine, go ahead. I’ve no rights to disapprove anyway. Not sure why she’s bothering to seek approval which she’ll never get haha.

I’m trying to push my mum’s boundaries by getting a tattoo this year as a 25-year-old gift to myself. I really think that she’ll be bloody mad and probably scream at me for a full minute, which she very seldom does and is therefore a truly frightening thought indeed. But well, I only live once. I can’t always live as according to my mum. She’ll understand.

I can only hope. *gulp*

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