hello.
happy mothers' day to all mothers out there. good going there tolerating all your menacing idiotic kids who take you for granted. my mother is going through some crisis and she's feeling very insecure about how she looks. that's why i figured she wanted me to cook for the family to celebrate.

desperate effort to perform. fifteen minutes before buying groceries at thomson, i was on the phone with ade and rummaging through cookbooks in popular. cooked with all my frantic heart and i think i did okay. uncles and family seemed happy with the food i made. mother's comments are invalid to me because she is so disillusioned by mother's love that she praises whatever her son cooks. i swear if i slapped chilli sauce on fries she would say its ingenious. hahaha mom.. i love her man. she's so funny.

i know she couldn't possibly read this since she's a computer idiot but i'll type this anyway (so my readers will know how i feel about my mom and bask in my shameless love for mother soh):

thanks mom for tolerating with my drama. i'm quite a crazy kid i know and i apologize for whatever bad memories i gave you when i was havoc. but you know, my image of you will never change. whenever i see you, i remember you as that pregnant lady who held my hand in the mrt and when we alighted at bishan, you would tell me to watch out for the gap or else i'll drop into the hole and die.

yea and also that frantic pregnant woman who splashed hot coffee on my legs because i had red ants all over me (which was your fault cause you placed me on top of a ant hill and went off buying lunch).

i love you k. don't be too sad about your face.
you are much prettier under all that make up.