‘he doesnt like to socialise! he is so practical that he even question my spending!’ the mother said.
i gaze at her face wondering if i could place them in my memory bank. i too wondered if she resembled any of my students.
her kid is of a male spieces. that i know for a certain because she kept on saying he this and he that… unless of course she is one of those people who couldnt make a head or tail over the rather oblique english language gender.
however, the question still reamins. which boy is it?
the mother continued her rant. her rant veered into a clue…
AHA! he has a brother in this school…but many of the students in my class have brothers in the school. when you sent one to a particular school, most likely they will send the others to the school.
i think i am in trouble. i am beginning to sound like nicole kidman… she does have a nice nose though albeit allegedly plastic…
i was in deep thought while she continued speaking.
i thank god she had so many things to say. i went into the zone unwillingly. i have to work hard today listening to people while hoping that the painkiller doesnt wear off. otherwise i would look like clark kent in the Richard Donner version when Lex Luthor sends a high pitched signal.
well i wouldnt look like Clark Kent. he is tall dark and handsome and i am tall, really dark and really handsome too… cough cough.. bull.. cough… shit… but thats not the point. the point is not the fact that i too could don the suit and the underwear on the outside ensemble but the fact that we are now zoning out of the reality because of something that is more urgent. well superman was saving the world, while i am merely saving my own ass.
and then BOOM!
halle-fuckin-lujah!!! she mentioned the magic word!
justin! thats his name… you see what a little jedi mind trick can do.
and the rest as they say is history… and now bring on those cute mothers and i will charm their socks off!
Song of the Day: Tie Your Mother Down by Queen
Finger Acrobatics Performed by Avloomat @1131Hrs
