Mum's the word
Today I was discussing the asian orthodoxy of mandatory piano lessons at youth. I then realised that our household keyboard that we kindly loaned to someone IS STILL BORROWED. Like lady how long does it take to turn your son into some prodigal music genius and thus forth purchase him a PIANO?! Stingy sod give me back my first keyboard !
Anyways I got huffy puffy and I subsequently decided to consult my mum in a stomry confrontation about our missing instrument. So I did I stormed in but into a room where my mum was very peacefully sleeping. Okay. Under what I perceive as 'normal' circumstances I would've woken her up and demanded reimbursement for the musicless atmosphere around the home instead I walked back out quietly.
Im growing to respect my mother lmfao. Which must strike you as odd since we're taught to respect our parents since we were attached to at least one of them by an umbilical cord. Lmao but I guess I mean re-respecting her 'cos I'm just pulling my leg out of the teen angst wading pool : ) Nice to know huh? I like this feeling too. I mean I can't say mum and I are on (yn) terms, I wouldn't and haven't told her about Ben lmao, she still lives in her own dreamy world where I might get together with RONALD lmfao. Mum keep dreaming. Ronald is a lucky guy he's like every mums ideal boyfriend for their daughters. The ones the dad will keep scooping up food for them during dinner cos they like him so much : p I honestly think my mum's in love with Ronald lmfao. "OH Edwina look at the way Ronald drives ! Isn't he good?" "Is that Ronald? Ronald leng jai jor wo (Ronald's become better looking)" LIKE MUM.
Anyways that's all I liked this realisation so I wanted to share it with the little band of readers I have here on Vox : )
