im no angel.
I have failed terribly in my duty as a son. it's my MOTHER's birthday yesterday! yeah, i remember only from the prompt of my manager.manager: tomorrow your mother birthday right?
me: huh? is it. *look at watch for date* i think so.
slap me people, hard in my cheek. and the worst thing is to know what my mother received from her colleagues, in any word, my colleagues. they brought a birthday cake for her, the most essential item to make a birthday a birthday. her son, or sons, didnt gave her that. the ops manager treated her to lunch at crystal jade restaurant. her twins failed that too. and today, when i got home from a movie. she asked me to send msges to her colleagues to thanks them for the wonderful gifts. and when i asked to see what she received, the content of it just makes me wiliing to go hell. they gave her a lacoste polo tee that cost near to hundred, a burbery purse
with more cash in it and a handbag. whaw!
what did i give her sia.
let me think, my endless unreasonable tantrum?
or i should say what i didnt give her.
a heartwarming birthday msg, a birthday cake, a birthday present, money, good life and
perhaps less problems to deal with?
instead she was the one who still,
wakes me up for work on her birthday, give me some allowance, give in to my whining.
so now, i realise my mother is THAT great. to think that i came to this realisation after 17 year of existence. and here im blogging my feeling here, a place where she wont be able to read. me, being some straighforward and direct couldnt being myself to shout a happy birthday at her face.
im not fit to be son. kick me in the guts now. real hard. or maybe not.
im having a sore troat now, must be too much wu xiang and fried food. today's 3 amingo baked rice and wild side desert from NYDC add to my sins up there. mummy. i want more money. opps.
posted by koonann @ 12:04 AM
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