lost in shenton way

It all started when my mother had to meet her business associate in Shenton way so any way they had to meet at Cecil street so my mother asked an indian man where Cecil street was he:"turn at the nearest left" in the typical indian accent which i find rather interesting but somehow my mother ended up in Chulia street at that moment i was thinking to myself:"Blimey she really needs to get a GPRS!" you may ask why i have not suggested this to her. But you have got to understand that she always perseveres to defy me when i ask her to get a GPRS. Maybe she might think that her sense of direction is good enough but i think otherwise.So in the end she ended up thirty minutes late.Do you like donkeys i dont their really stubborn.

sorting papers

Today my grandmother asked me to help her sort my brothers school papers,and oh boy it was world war three for me. First she kept on yelling at me not to sort them out in numerical order because she thought it was ' too hard ' and secondly my brother isn't a very systematic person so it took me three hours to sort everything right.Oh yes my brother is also very messy in his hair do nowadays but not to worry, it's not in his head though. Whew!

blog dying

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i left my other blog in a huff so visit this new one instead!!!