I have the weirdest friends in the world la.
There's Chantelle,the sexy firecracker. She has a bloody bloody bad temper and is fuckin fierce la. I was talking to her just now and I found out this hot tempered psycho is afraid of her 2 year old niece. Then there's Rachel. The model. You would think our conversations would be mostly bitching about people and talking fashion wassits.but noooooooooo....Guess hat we were talking about this morning?FRUITS!! sighssss........Sad sad lives we have....hahahahaha...Then there's Ida...She just as crazy as yours truly. Enough said!
I still cant get over it...fruits!!! It only occurred to me later on in the day that we were talking abt fruits. -Shakes head-
There you have it. My crazy friends..Trust me there's still more only I lazy wanna type...One day I will expose all...Dilla, Karthi, Fiza, Mritz...ya'll just wait...-evil grin- MotherNatureLovesPink.4:50 AM
(My feet hurt really bad cos of my eczema and my whole family knows that.Here I am limping from the hall back to my room with my'im cranky,dont disturb me' face)
Mummy: Your leg pain ah?
(mind you, my darling mother doesnt really care cos firstly, she's so used to me being in pain and secondly cos i hate being pitied for my skin condition. Now dont mistake my being extremely manja when my skin acts up as asking to be pitied. But then again, when am I NOT manja? )
Me: No mummy, i just enjoy walking around the house like an idiot.
(to which my mother just laughed and went back to playing solitaire. This is why I love my mother. I honestly think she's abit whacked. I'm here thinking she cant be bothered about me although she can hear me sobbing in my room and making me hate her .Next thing I know she knocks on my door, Which cause me to holler"WHAT!!".To which she doesn't answer but knocks(that irritating knock) again. I get off my bed, fling open my door all prepared to scream at her, and my mommy gives me a new book she bought for me)Tell me lah, how to scream at her for not caring?
Sure, she isn't always there...She says the darnedest things...She's more cool than me...She grumbles, complains, slams the door and buys me a bloody big mac meal for my 21st birthday...
This same lady, is the pillar of strength. She was there for my dad during crappy years. Gave us the best treats growing up. Was loved the most amongst all the cousins for giving the best presents. She never gives up, always thinking about the future.
Hell, she even kept the mothers day card i gave her aeon's ago.
Mummy, You're one crazy woman but I still love you. MotherNatureLovesPink.4:19 AM
