Thursday, April 20, 2006
Dinner talk
We are waiting for steamed fish and my mom. I slouch at the head of the table. Still folded huh, my sister asks, continuing from MSN earlier in the day. It's newfound communication (between us) and works like a dream, because neither of us speak like how we SMS. Plus her nick momo is very cute. Cute is unfashionable but I think that's cute. So I slump a little lower into my seat and mumble, yeah tomorrow show hand / I can't believe it's the end in a week / I don't feel like I've learnt a thing since January, since when do days pass as quickly as years? all in one breath and Then it hits me: if this were a three year course, I'd be 1 day 1 week and 1 acad year to a working eternity, and I gaze at my sister in awe because that was precisely what she did. She grew up like it took no effort. My mom arrives with the yummy dead that grew all the way up just to be eaten. Sigh.evelyn at 7:10 AM
3 Comments
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at 10:43 AM
said... more often than not, it always pays to gamble big...
~y~-
at 5:44 AM
shoo said... hello! "yummy dead that grew all the way up just to be eaten"???!!! hurhurhurhur. not so yummy love hurhur.
just now i bought coffee and on the pack of sugar it said said "the best coffee is as (inter alia) sweet as love" and i said "my foot ah" to jared and then
turns out my pack of sugar was not sugar but creamer.
and so i had my very bitter sugarless coffee that was as sweet as love. hurhur.-
at 7:40 PM
evelyn said...
yo
yay