Saturday, September 20, 2008
Good Lord. My mother hates me because i implied she was old.
wth! she
is old! what, does she thing she's still a spring chicken? Mummy, You're
41 already! it was seriously not my fault- i didn't do it on purpose.When i went to cut my hair, there were these bunch of old
british ladies in the salon that my mom and i went to. they were like
kind of perming their hair, but they did not steam their heads in the big round
thingie, so i asked my mom what they were doing and then she said they were setting their hair. It's kinda like a semi-permanent perm, like, it lasts until you wash your hair, so, apparently,
alot of these ladies do it on a
friday night, so it lasts them through all their weekend parties.
So, my mom had a wedding dinner to go to tonight, and she said she wanted to go to the salon, so i asked why, and then she said because she had a wedding to attend that night. so i was like, "so you are setting your hair?" she said yes. and then i was stupid enough to say " like the old people we saw that time?"
oh shit. i didn't realise what i said until my dad started chocking on his apple. i was like
"what's wrong with you papa? you spastic or what? why the hell are you choking like that?"
then, my bro started choking, then the other bro, then my sister. i was totally confused." what the hell is wrong with ALL of you! why do you choke one after another?!"
and then my dad said "
YOU are the spastic!" and then spat out the poor apple.
shit. then i realised my mistake. Christ. i was in deep shit. so i ran upstairs to my room. it's the most sensible thing to do when my mother, armed with a colourful, deadly array of anaesthetic needles of varying degrees of deadliness, is on a mad rampage. i don't think her needles are
able to poke through a wooden door.
you're funny.
