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