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Monday, April 6, 2009 @ 9:45 PM
Guess what. So guess what, another pair of footwear fell apart. It happened last week, while I was at work. Poor sandals... This is my first time having footwear fall apart consecutively.. First was the beginning of my ITP period, and the other nearing the ending of my ITP period. Hmm.. Is it a sign?   Maybe its just a sign to get better quality shoes...Its actually my sister's. Teeheehee. But she was kinda okay with it, just told me to get a new pair. I can wear some of her shoes, but she can hardly wear mine. She's younger than me but the funny thing is that her shoe size is bigger than mine. Another funny thing that happened last week was when my mum suddenly called me while I was on my way home from work. So this was how it went: I picked up the call, expecting mum to ask me some random question or buy something. Me: "Hello." Mama(I call mum 'Mama') : "Kakak, I need your help. Do you remember the song that I was talking about yesterday? I need it, but I can't remember it now. Can u sing it for me please?" Me: "You mean the 'Mr Sun' song?" Mama: " Oh ya, ya..That one. I can only remember the chorus, how do you continue to the other part huh?" Me (talking in an urgent whisper): "Huh?! You want me to sing now?? I'm in the MRT leh. What if people can hear???" Mama: "Oh, then sing softer la, can what." Me: "Cannot la Ma! I'm at the door already. A LOT of people are crowding around me now. If I sing, they will obviously hear!" Mama(still persistent): "Aiya, can la, can la. A while only. Or or u go somewhere la." Me (starting to feel like i should just give in): " Huh...erm...ok la, ok la. I find somewhere, some random corner and sing for u la.." I didn't really went to find a corner, there was a less crowded area nearby, so I went there instead. Me: " K, found it. So which was the part you want me to continue from?" Mama: "Oh, its - Oh Mr Sun, Sun. Mr Golden Sun, please shine down on me. Oh Mr Sun, Sun. Mr Golden Sun, hiding behind the tree...then after that how to continue the song?" Me (singing softly to my handphone): " These little children are asking you, to please come out so we can play with you. Oh Mr Sun, Sun. Mr Golden Sun, please shine down on me.." Mama (becomes excited once i've helped her sing): " Oh okok! Thank you!" After that, I just went home while thinking how funny it was previously. Most of you might not understand why my mum suddenly asked me to sing the song. You see, my mum recently applied for a course to become a kindergarten teacher. Unfortunately, her O levels does not qualify for it, so she can't fully complete the course. So she has no other choice but to be stuck at teaching children below the age of 3. Play group teacher la, that kind. Well, that is good enough I guess. Seeing how much effort my mum puts in lately, makes me kinda feel proud. :) And for that Mr Sun singing session, I helped her design the 'Mr Sun' on the previous night. I'm not quite sure if the lyrics are correct, don't remember much now. So far, listening to her stories about the little kids makes me wanna join in the fun someday. I really wanna meet one of the little girl she always mentions, called Clover. The youngest in the group. Haaa..... Kids are soo cute only when they're small. They get really annoying once they become like my sister.. (Note the bold words, XTRA emphasis.)  YES, cute. BUT, annoying. Cutely annoying. |