"Oh my Gawwddd!"

I love my new frames so!
That is, I hope they're mine.
Wonderful results, they get.

My pretty cool sweet strong nerdy geeky black frames.

The epitome of good taste and sophistication.

Har har har, no don't laugh, I mean what I say.

It's a whole new experience wearing them.
Its like, entering nerd-dom.
Which is, weirdly, nice.

Of course, my mum can't make up her mind.

The moment I reached home after getting the glasses:
"OmG Michelle, why are you wearing glasses?"
"You look so weird."
"You look like a professor or something."
"You nerd."


"You don't look too bad in them."
"They're pretty nice in fact."

"You look so ugly. Take them off!"
"No mum, I like them..!"
"You're embarassing me..... Are you going to wear them to school tomorrow?"
"Yes."

Silence..

"I wanna try them on too."

Monkey see, monkey do

Tuition was over and I was beyond happy.
I don't feel like studying anymore, still stuck in my holiday mood.
Not that I'd ever felt like studying before, but this worse.
I feel old and tired enough to retire.

Anyway, my uncle picked me up, 'cause my mum wasn't free.
Normally, I'd go to his house and wait for her to pick me up when she was done.
But this time, no.

"Your mum said to send you straight home."
"But I don't have the keys?"
"Your brother's home."

So I went home, and lo, it looked unoccupied.
Honk honk honk honk but no brother in sight.
Undaunted, I marched to the back of the house, lest he be gaming on my pc and ignoring me.
Yell yell yell, still no brother.

"He must be asleep."
"He can't sleep! I need to get in!"
"Maybe you'd go back to my house first?"
"No thanks, I wanna get in! After all, I am already at the gate."

With that I hitched up my pinafore and scaled the gate.
At the top,

"Should I jump or not? Jump jump la.."

I jumped, my skirt got caught in a spoke, riiiiiiiiippppp, and I was hanging from the gate.

Damned embarassing, me the monkey wannabe.

Work

My mum repeated some, well, news, she had heard during her weekly caregroup meeting.
Them older folks were gossiping - er, I mean, merely talking about a woman from my church who's interested in one of the deacons.

Now this woman I don't know at all, so I can't give my opinion about her, but the guy she likes is the middle-agey kindly, sweet balding bachelor-for-life type.
It seems that she is slightly, sliiiiightly, not quite here if you know what I mean.
Reason given by rest of caregroup members: jilted as a girl.
Still, there's no stopping her.

"Steven, (pastor) do you know I like bla bla bla?"
"Tessie (pastor's wife), don't worry, I'm not interested in Steven, I love only LY."
"Have you seen LY?"
"LY is coming isn't he?"
"LY LY LY.."

Apparently all she talks about is the deacon.
She'd even called and SMS-ed a girl she suspected of like him.

"Jen, you like him is it? You know, I don't like people who like the people I like."

Now the poor guy is so scared he's running away avoiding church meetings.

I don't know what to think.
It's weird, to see all this "buaya-ing" done by middle-aged people.
Desperate?

I rather pity the both of them.