Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Hapi Mudder’s Dae

My brother, though he be filled with teenage angst found it in his dear little heart to venture out alone to a mall and purchase a porcelein vase that appeared to be super-heated to the point where it flips and flops, to and fro, but only it is frozen in time. And he presented it to my mother with great glee. My mother in turn, waited until midnight before she opened it because we were all firmly planted on the sofa watching a sick sick psycho-thriller movie called Saw.

So I, being her first born and eldest felt great shame that it had not occured to me to purchase anything as I decided to take the path of least resistance by procuring a red packet containing monies for her perusal because I spent an hour in swank interior deco shops at Raffles City but failed to find anything that could vaguely tickle her fancy.

My mudder has asked me to buy her a prepaid card tomorrow to make up for my oversight.

A prepaid card!

Well…it’s the thought that counts..

how nice of her,

a prepaid card indeed…

So nice. My mom only wanted me to make a birthday card for her.

if we think women are hard to predict, mothers are even tougher.

my mom just wanted rice with tuna for dinner tonight? i was like, what dah?

what sorta prepaid card?

man, how can you consider giving your Mom monies? *slap slap slap* something handmade is the only option on Mother’s Day lah!!!!