my dad

last nite i came home to find both my parents still very much wide awake, and my mum was in the process of digging vanilla ice-cream out from the carton. i had to take my hat off my mum, the weather was so cold yesterday and at 11pm she's eating ice cream. as i gazed at the scrapping process while on my way to throw the envelopes for the damn phone bills into the dustbin, the robotic mind frame took over me and i uttered ma1 ma? followed by ma3 ma3? if you know han yu pin yin, they sound different but essentially having the same meaning as mother in mandarin. i repeated them alternatingly and haltingly non-stop and my clever mum chose to ignore me and left me to my roboting until my father beckoned me for some fatherly education. he probably feared his eldest daughter was dangerously going off the edge, or he knew my mind was too bored, so he offered to teach me a hokkien term which is very racist, followed by the theory which the term was being derived from which i would rather not post over here. then i remembered i heard this term from somewhere before.

ah, lao peh always teaches me the crap stuff, like that don't become crappy also a bit difficult. but hee, i like it the fact that my father dun belong to those all stern and no-nonsense type. otherwise i'd have become a rebel in my teens already. cos my lao peh bo simi chap siao too much, so i also dun go too overboard when i was a teenager. wild, yes. but controllable. he also told me about his ck days during his ns days and how the process went. neh, shall not reveal also. god knows who is reading. actually is i a bit the forgotten le. why? my memory not very good, that's quite an established fact. so too bad. lol.