Mother's Love XX

Hmm.

Today's my mother's birthday, and I completely forgot all about it until my classmate asked me for the date, to which I thought really hard, reflected upon why there is an american flag flying on the yahoo webpage, resorted to looking at my handphone's calender before replying:

'The fourth!'

'Wait... it's my mum's birthday!!!'

So I decided to be a very good boy and text messaged my mum with a wholesome 'Happy Birthday!'

To which she replied a simple 'Thank you'.

Ah well, mum's been really nice for the past week (was she behaving nicely in the anticipation I would give her something?), especially understanding that I wanted an Ipod, and being rather patient with my desire to check it out at Harvey Norman last night.

There was this blonde-haired bloke at the counter who was pushing forth Creative products. For the record, I thumb my nose at most creative mp3 players because they're simply fugly, and also because Alvin's Zen micro conked out on him prematurely. That kind of thing does not go down well with me.

In any case, I'll be keeping my eyes open, for any Ipod bargains heading my way.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy