Anime
I hate being interrupted in the middle of watching anime. It's like being caught red-handed in the midst of pillaging your grandmother's innards. This feeling bounces out of the recesses of my infantile persona in the same way when The People At Home discover me reading manga, drawing, or in fact anything that isn't related to good hard solid straightforward work. It's all in the conditioning.
Thus enlightened, imagine how it felt when my mother ripped the door from its hinges flying into the room, completely without warning, waving a stupid little piece of paper with the RJ crest emblazoned in glittery black photocopy over the top, and scaring me half to unlife. And then there was that queasy little stir in my bowels that tells you that you've commited bloody murder yesterday only your memory somehow blanked it out.
Guess what that stupid little piece of paper said. I didn't need to, because my mother began telling me, very fast, exactly what it said.
It said that RJ was awarding my oldest brother with a study bursary amounting to some rather impressive thousands, and that there were quite a few scholarship who would like to snap him up, and in an earlier phone call that the school couldn't decide between my brother and another boy to send the bursary to at first. My mother forced the paper under my nose. It was rather a long list of scholarships.
mother (concluding very very long and excited rant, ignoring my growing irritation): so you see! There's still hope! As long as you work hard!
me (brightly): that's very inspiring!
mother: yeah, isn't it! Work hard!
My mother's cluelessness ratings are off the chart today.
It's more than just irritation this time. Nothing is good enough.
He's due back on Thursday. I shall be glad to see him.
Ironically, he's the one who downloads all the anime in the house. Now that I think again I suppose he's got a right to.
Thus enlightened, imagine how it felt when my mother ripped the door from its hinges flying into the room, completely without warning, waving a stupid little piece of paper with the RJ crest emblazoned in glittery black photocopy over the top, and scaring me half to unlife. And then there was that queasy little stir in my bowels that tells you that you've commited bloody murder yesterday only your memory somehow blanked it out.
Guess what that stupid little piece of paper said. I didn't need to, because my mother began telling me, very fast, exactly what it said.
It said that RJ was awarding my oldest brother with a study bursary amounting to some rather impressive thousands, and that there were quite a few scholarship who would like to snap him up, and in an earlier phone call that the school couldn't decide between my brother and another boy to send the bursary to at first. My mother forced the paper under my nose. It was rather a long list of scholarships.
mother (concluding very very long and excited rant, ignoring my growing irritation): so you see! There's still hope! As long as you work hard!
me (brightly): that's very inspiring!
mother: yeah, isn't it! Work hard!
My mother's cluelessness ratings are off the chart today.
It's more than just irritation this time. Nothing is good enough.
He's due back on Thursday. I shall be glad to see him.
Ironically, he's the one who downloads all the anime in the house. Now that I think again I suppose he's got a right to.
posted by the zen thing at 8:21 pm
1 Comments:
Zhenteng!!! Do you think you could make a farewell card and get well card? Budget: $3 each card. Don't need to be fantastic or too painful. It's for my subject teachers and will be paid for by the class, so it's a good chance to advertise for you in HCI. =)
will discuss more details, reply asap(sms me at 8133 8433)
-liling
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