Happy Birthday Mummy!

It's the 6th of April. Aries, the 1st sun sign in the zodiac has started ramming right about now.

Ramming through exams, ramming our income tax forms, ramming Progress Packages into our bank accounts. But, it is also my mum's bday. Happy Birthday Ma!

I know I aint been the best of sons. 24 years and we still have something to fight about. I love calling ya fatty bom bom, you love calling me a porukki. I love scaring you when you're all alone engrossed in some television show, or hogging the remote so you never get to the SunTV soaps. You love irritating the hell out of me at the precise moments I don't feel like getting irritated.

But all through it all, I want to say thanks. Thanks for everything. No, I'm serious here. And don't get me wrong, I still bitch about you [especially to the respective smoke break buddy]. It's gonna happen forever, but I'm a thankful grateful bitch.

Thank you for sending me away in Sec 4, I know I would have got killed o'er here.

Thank you for standing up for me even when everyone who came by with news had something bad to say about me.

Thank you for letting me leave my cigarettes out in the open, you just know I'm gonna run out of hiding places soon.

Thank you for believing that I can take care of myself.

Thank you for calling whenever your instinct thought something was wrong.

Thank you for geting me a new bed just cause the old one gave me insomniac tendencies.

Thank you for being technologically capable. Sms/Msn/Internet/HTML all bao ka liao.

Thank you for not making a big deal out of the numerous shady characters who visit me at home and whom you see me sitting at the void deck.

Thank you for being kind and respectful and sweet and endearing to all my ex-girlfriends, even the ones you hated.

Thank you for trying to be friends of my friends, though I suspect there was some ulterior motive there.

Thank you for the ba chor mee kia I find in the microwave each afternoon when I wake.

Thank you for covering bills first, and not let the creditors take me to court.

Thank you for the respect you show my buddies, no matter how many tats/piercings/women/police cases they have.
[You should know in a general straw poll you've been voted coolest mum in this district by the boys]

Thank you finally, for being born. Wait, that one should thank YOUR mother. Ah neh mind la, don bother. She'll start her "when you getting married" lectures again.

!!!!!Happy 47th Rani!!!!!!