Friday, July 14, 2006
Thirteen
Running was brilliant.
It really does give you a sense of freedom.
Wrong timing given aside, of course.
That was slightly annoying.
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Mama was reading our (Kk Han's, Loi's and mine) blogs. She was pretty amused, actually, and watching her being amused over what we say amuses
me. Like the last post I wrote about how I dress for school later than usual. She went something like 'How can I live with these kind of people??'.
"Maybe I should write a blog myself," she said thoughtfully.
I agreed immediately. I mean, wouldn't it be neat?
Her hands hovered over the keyboard, pretending to type. "'The girls are in the NTUC, buying a birthday present for a friend,'" she says, "'And here I am in the car, boiling under the hot sun. Beside me is the smell of cow shit.'"
"Cow shit?"
"Cow dung," she corrected herself, and continued: "'What are those girls doing? Urgh!! Maybe I should leave now, leave them behind? No, can't. Their bags are inside. Urgh!! No, no - astaghfirullah halaziim. I must be more patient. But... ahhhh! Where are they??? Astaghfirullah...'"
My mother is a good story teller. She changes her voice intonation, and waves her arms around excitedly. You can tell she's having fun, too.
Wouldn't it be fun if my mother - parents, come to think of it - had blogs? Neat seh! I wonder what they think of me. Oooh!!
And I wonder what the blog address would be.
Motheroffive.blogspotcom?
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8:31 PM
