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Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
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Was driving my mum to cold storage this evening.
(translated) Mother: If mum's not driving the car anymore I think I'll let you continue driving it, how's that? Me: Huh? Means you don't drive this to school, and I drive this to school? Mother: Yup. Me: Means when you retire? Mother: Meaning I don't drive this car. Me: er then? Another car ah? Mother: No lah means if I drive someone else's car. If I get married that kinda thing lah. If lah. Everything's an if. Me: Oh ok. Heh heh heh. I'm GOOD. Hur hur hur. I can imagine the guy telling her, 'Why don't you break it to your son slowly, like a hint you know?' MUAHAHAAHAHA. Listen up you... imaginery or not middle aged man. You better treat my mother nicely. And a playstation for me wouldn't hurt either. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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