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 what! Always ride bicycle…

G: !!!

Even my mum knows that life’s main goal is not to ride on inanimate toys too much.

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2 responses to “Why I love my mum

  1. G

    I already have this

    http://oakley.com/pd/4662/15269?drop

    But that looks wicked man!

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