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Tuesday, June 10, 2008 @ 1:59 pm
I hate to eavesdrop but sometimes I just can't help it. every time bako talks to his mum, I try to comprehend his heavy indo and translate it in my head.
however, poor bako can't help but overhear my conversation because of all the exclamation marks when I'm talking on the phone. it's like in the wet market!
this is how a typical conversation with my parents goes, with my mum in a not so bad mood:

mum: hello, why didn't you reply my sms???
me: er, I was busy..
mum: I thought what happened to you! no reaction!
me: oh, er, sorry.
(after telling me about the various goings-on back home, she goes to find my dad)
mum: daddy is playing wii upstairs, I think. DADDY!
dad: what!
mum: na, talk to y-y-our 'sam gon deng'!
author's note: sam gon deng = apple of my eye in canto.
dad: hello?
me: hello! you got wii fit ah?!
dad: yah!
me: wah, really??
dad: no, no! not wii fit lah. you talking about the skateboard one hah?
me: er, yeah. the fitness one.
dad: no no, I'm just playing tennis.
me: ohh..
dad: EH! the fella go and serve when I'm talking to you! I thought he wouldn't serve!
me: cheating ah!
dad: I thought he wouldn't serve because I'm not playing..
me: go pause la!
(dad talks about exams, weather and my finances. the last one in a more serious tone)

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