Why I love my mum

G: Hey mum, I heard you’re coming up to Genting.
Mum: No la… changed my mind already. Not going.
G: Huh, really ah?
Mum: Yes, why? Need me to bring up something is it?
G: Actually yes.
Mum: What is it? Your bicycle?
G: Yeah, I need it to race.
Mum: Bring what bicycle… go and pak toh lar. Ride bicycle for [...]