Rolls eyes

It's the bi-monthly Lim family gathering. ie- When my mom's siblings gather round for a sumptuous dinner.
This time, it's held at my home, and ve iz hadz home-cooked meal :D

I overheard this convo-

Second aunt: Roy (my big uncle's eldest interior designer/contractor son) did the design and renovation for your home right?

Mom: *gives a nod*

Second aunt repeats.

Mom: Yes. *continues to busy herself with the crockery*

Me: *rolls eyes whilst my back was facing her*

This less-than-enthu reaction from both of us stems from (if u dont know) this incident.

I recalled having to come home to a room full of drilling, dust and wooden shavings etc. Not to mention, the workers who smelt weird. Back then, we had to live in that mess! I had NO WARDROBE. We had to hang our clothes on a long pole that stretched from my bed's headboard to some mobile cupboard which was suppose to be thrown away!

Thinkin abt it makes me wanna reach out for a cup of water and splash it on Mr-skinny-ass (not that he was invited).

I rmb like after a month when our house was FINALLY done, Mr-Skinny-ass asked my mom if he could bring a couple of clients over to view our flat. My mom obliged. *rolls eyes.

Puh-lease! My mom was the one who designed the flat la. He only gave some "advice" which sucked. I believe he only said them so he could do less work. My mom's designs were not flawed. His was. See la! My fake wall had mould the other time. The stupid fan he installed sucks big time. So expensive summore. And finally, my room is so small!!!

*rolls eyes. Claimed credit for my mom's designs.
The kitchen top is prone to discolouration and scratches. What kind of advice was that?!


I hrd he has a new born. I hope the boy doesnt grow up lookin like his dad or he'll totally look like a rat.