I opened the door to my room, and saw a disheveled woman in one of those red gowns like in the movies and nearly jumped out of my skin. luckily i had just been to the toilet or else i would have soiled my pants.
Anyway that was my mother who was about to knock on my door to tell me that i was going to be late for my exam. And she was ill at home, which accounted for her appearance. (which also accounts for why i have been popping panamols lately)
i think she was trying to pay me back, cos my academic freefall is scaring her too. so after my paper when she was watching the 'save the food stall' show, i told her i want to be a hawker too, since the only thing i am good at engineering is to engineer disasters. after all, i do not think i can do worse than the yih noodles stall
yet another surprise at the end of the day, i was called a 'big fat man', which i found really funny. but i was also glad to be called that at least once in this lifetime.
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