PAST Vs Present. My Parents.

Ever wondered what's the difference between modern relationships and marriages formed during our parents' time or earlier?

Well, married couples like our parents lead their lives like this:
Break (argue), patch (make up), break, patch, break, break, patch, patch, break, break, BreAk, brEAk, bReeeAaAk.. PATCH! *sayangs each other*
Summary: They always manage to, somehow or another, come to agreement with each other.
SO SWEET HOR?

Couples nowadays do this:
Break, patch, sweep differences under the carpet, patch, break, imagine they're starring in a korean drama, get overly depressed, decide that they prefer taiwanese dramas and switche to that, patch, break, break, patch.. blah blah blah!
Summary: We never know whether they'll end up in which situation. If it's the one starting with letter 'B', too bad lah.
SO CONFUSING HOR?

Having said that, there're always exceptions. SO, if you are able to strongly disagree with me and tell me that you and your half are behaving like our parents (or my parents, to be more specific).. Well, CONGRATS! I've got my red packet ready.
WHICH HOTEL?

Special thanks to ahlians and ahbengs for their break/patch lingo. (Somehow I always find it hilarious when I hear them using these words, like, SO seriously.)
ANYWAY, the point is..
No matter how much our grandparents and parents fight with each other, they're always able to come to the happily-ever-after ending. (Though the cycle of breaking/patching never ends. Damn chim, I know.)

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Case study of good relationship management skills:

A CONVERSATION
Starring: Papa and mama of yours-very-sincerely, and myself
Setting: In-the-car, breakfast-at-kopitiam, in-the-car-again
Translation by: Hanxiang (due to laziness to type in chinese)

In the car:
Ma: "Eh! Yesterday Auntie-SoAndSo came over and looked at our CNY photos leh. She said you changed alot. Very pretty already, not like last time, hair short short, tomboy tomboy."

Pa: "Ya lah! I even heard her say that my Ah Xiang looks better than stars now."
(*throws up 28648-and-3quarter buckets* Ok, from here, we learn two things: 1) Aunties are damn exaggerating, or sarcastic. Whatever. 2) My blog is truly for ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES, because I dare to even blog about such buei paiseh stuff. For effects, no choice.)

Me: *laughs like mad*

Ma: "She said that Ah Xiang looks more and more like me leh! And that she looked more like you(my Papa) and people from your side when she was young." (Figure out my Mum's underlying meaning yourself.)

Pa: You're saying that I don't look good lah!

Me: *silently thinks* Uh oh. I smell gunpowder. "No lah. I think I looked very cute too when I was young what!"
(FWAH, I'm steady. Just killed two birds with one stone. First bird killed to appease my father and second bird to self-praise.)

Eh, can't make this picture upright. Anyway, the girl beside me is another of my Primary School best friends, Peiru.

Ok, 1.. 2.. 3.. LAUGH.

At the kopitiam:
They started talking quite happily with each other about something.

Pa: "Eh, Xiang, sit properly. Always need me to say you one leh!"

Ma: "Ya lor, sit properly!"
(There're some things that parents can always gang up and go against, the most common being their children's problems. THANK GOD I'M PROBLEMATIC!)
And they continue talking about some very interesting topic that I wasn't really interested in.

SO INTERESTING TO THE EXTENT THAT..

In the car, after breakfast:
Ma: "Eh! Langga already!"
(Oops. Not major, but damage done nevertheless.)

Pa: *gets out of the car to settle the matter with the very-unfortunate-car-owner-who-suffers-due-to-my-father's-inability-to-multi-task*

Ma: "Aiyo. Talk so much. See lah! Have to pay people again."

Pa: *gets back into the car*

Ma: "You (Papa) and Ah Xiang are so alike. You all can't multi-task. When you all talk hor, you all must just talk ONLY."
(My Mum's well-trained in sarcasm don't you agree? She's steady.)

Pa: *broods over the matter and experiences 180degree-mood-swing but keeps quiet*

After we reached home, that's when the scary part begins..
Ma: *walks over to me* "Your papa hor.. Don't know what's wrong leh. Picked on me for some little thing just now! Always lidat one hor!?"
(Luckily I'm smart and old enough now to know NOT to agree with her.
Hanxiang-Rule-No.-86: DO NOT, under WHATEVER circumstances, get involved in family politics.
Seriously.. I never know when they will make up with each other and come picking on ME instead. It's never worth it to take sides. I'll only be disadvantaging myself.)

Anyway, Papa just gave the 4 of us (the kids) a pointless-round-the-house-tour-with-the-objective-of-teaching-us-energy-saving-habits-and-personal-hygiene. He made it compulsory and carried out the tour in a not-very-nice-tone-if-you-get-what-I-mean. BUT we were all laughing at him because he always does such crappy stuff when he's in a bad mood, just to vent his anger on someone/something other than my Mum. Such a nice husband right? But as a father? Hmm.. Nvm lah. In any case, we're able to forgive him more easily than our mother can.

Know what my folks are doing now? Cooking something together in the kitchen and speaking normally again.
SO SWEET HOR? But that's not the point.
Instead.. See what I mean by NEVER taking sides? I'll be the ultimate victim if I do lor! What if Mama decides to tell Papa that I spoke behind his back? Horrible. *shudders*

WAH LAO EH. Super long entry huh? Maybe it's because I didn't blog for 4 days so I'm deprived of talking nonsense. Moreover, I'm talking about my parents leh. Impossible to keep it short. What they do is always SO EXCITING that I just have to include the details.