A Mother's Child

spent half a day out today, getting my brother a mini refrigerator and then heading down to his dorm to fix it up. even though i've been to ntu a few times already, it's actually the first time that i went inside the room. and frankly, it wasnt as...well, nice as i had imagined it to be.

it's a lot smaller to begin with. 2 beds, 2 joint cupboards and 2 desks. that's not a bad thing. my only problem with the room is... the wall colour. i mean, beige? dull old beige? nothing but beige. how do you study in a room that has 4 beige walls and a bright greenish-blue splotted patterned curtain hanging by the only window? it's depressingnot very motivating. the environment outside's pretty peaceful and relaxing, but i'm sorry, the wall colours truly suck. if i could, i would've repainted the walls. unfortunately, well, technically, i..well, ok it isnt allowed. so the only thing left to give the walls more colour are the posters of Slipknot and Spiderman. posters are good.

but i must say, that other than those irky coloured walls, everything else is pretty cool. who am i in earth's name to comment anyway? it's not like i'm going to be there ever get the chance to go there anyway. heh.

my mother was hilarious. she couldnt stop talking. she couldnt stop telling my brother what he could do with the boiler, how he should keep his stuffs, how he could buy food and put them in the fridge, how he should wash and hang his clothes...etc. to a point where all three of us just kept quiet and watched her as she started to take out the shirts in the cupboard to refold them. she was so engrossed she had no idea we were watching her. we burst out laughing.

it's such a natural behaviour. a mother's instinct. my dad suggested that she could ask for an iron table and that maybe she should spend the night there. if she could i think she probably would. by tomorrow morning the room will smell of rosemary. it doesnt matter if he's 12 or 21. he'll always be mommy's little boy to her. mothers can be so cute sometimes. haha.

my dad's going to uk next sunday(unfortunately I'M NOT). that's flippin' cool BUT i'm a little worried. normally i wouldnt, because he's been travelling all around the world since i was born. only this time, he's going to UK when it's going to be september 11th. oh my uglysneakers, what am i saying? OF COURSE NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.*thwaps self*