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Thursday, October 11, 2007
Today's topic is... *drumroll* MOTHERS!!! *crowd boos and starts throwing rotten eggs* well ya. Erm, I always thought mothers in Singapore were all like mine - if you fail they say "Aww it's okay you did your best right? That's all that matters", or if you come home late they just reproach you for not telling them beforehand and if you pon something they just scold you and there's no real physical threat. It was just today that I realized that I took mine for granted. I realized that some people's parents actually belt them and cane them - in Singapore. I thought that was like so overseas. But this blog is a blog, so I won't really say much. Just to be ego and prove my point that my mother is nice :)

Evidence 1: She doesn't beat me (: she used to just smack me on the hand with a long ruler last time but now no more le. She doesn't mind if I score badly. She just frowns a little but in the end she still smiles. Erm. I feel kinda awkward. I don't really like expressing myself.

Evidence 2: Erm. I was like feeling real bad cuz I messed up something, but I cant remember what. In any case, I said I wished I had never been born and that I feel like committing suicide. Then my mother got really angry and she kind of like said "How can you say that?!" and I cant remember what... but then she started crying and I was like so shocked.

Erm I cant really say whose mother was the opposite of my mother cuz she's like really the mother of "A Child Called 'It' ". Erm ok I end my post here.



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