Mommy's little bully.

My mom says: "Play nice, Kngah. Jangan gaduh-gaduh dengan your friends."

"But mommy," I say, feeling like an 8 year old kid again, "I tak gaduh with anyone pon."

"Then how come sampai tak nak cakap dengan your friend sebulan?"

Darn, i forgot she reads my blog.

"You don't get it Mommy! I'm telling you it was a deal. I get to snap a picture of him crying his socks off, upload it on the internet, write a mean accompanying post, make him vent his spleen in verbal gibberish, and in return I get off his back for a month. We both agreed to it. It was a win-win situation. Takde gaduh pon. Not the slightest bit. We're just doing what normal friends do when such a tempting opportunity presents itself."

There. I hope she gets it now.

"It doesn't matter. I'm saying: Play nice. Don't be a bully." she says sternly.

=___=' SIGH~~~~~~~

"Okay mommy. I promise I'll play nice next time." I finally relented.

I had to, she's my mom.

"Good girl."

And this came just when i thought of writing another mugshot piece about a different friend who was really asking for it.

(yes Bedah, that would be you!)

Oh well, I guess it's for the best. I don't really like writing about other people anyways. Why would I, when my own life is far more interesting?

(slight delusions of grandiosity?)

p/s: i think i'm developing a mini crush on *tut**