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Monday, January 7, 2008

Mum's aching joints, AWW

Hmmm, I've said that i need to sleep earlier today, since having to go out tomorrow and stuff, but it's close to 3am, and i'm still wide awake. Which only spells one thing, I WILL NOT GET ENOUGH SLEEP TOMORROW, AND HAVE TO YAWN THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE DAY, or, I WILL GET FREAKING-ISH-LY PISSED OFF TOMORROW. Either way would be irritating to me.

Right, so it brings me back to like half an hour ago (or less), when i'm on my bed, taking pictures of my darling peanuts and comic (which i bought gazillion years ago) to be one of my photos that i will blog tomorrow. Going out = look decent = can take photo = photo blog. Alright, as of today, i shall call my photo blog, pholog. Sounds dumb, but still, PHOLOG. Hmm, should i pronounce as flog, or pho-log? Hmmm, i choose flog. Sound much better.

Anyway, back to the picture about peanuts, i only took one photo of it, and my mum come walking into my room, with messy hair and everything, and a tube of cream in her hands and called me. In which i was surprised. Mainly, she shouldn't be awake at this hour and much less coming into my room. I jumped, literally, and she laughed at me. I got rather upset as to which normal mother would come into their daughter room just to laugh at them getting a shock (from themselves).

But sorry mum, one second later, the pain got back into her joints, and she told me to help her massage. And being a really filial daughter, i said sure, and washed my hands (i was eating peanuts). Then she told me to massage her little finger, otherwise called as THE PINKIE. I was like, okay, then i took the tube and squeeze the gel onto my fingers. Terrible feeling i tell you. Then i thought of mixing it on my fingers evenly first before massaging for mum, and mum was like NO (she was shrieking). And i pacified her, (i let her won, cause she's in pain, not because she is my mum, but i love her as my mum all the same). And i massaged for her for a LONG LONG time. Her fingers, her inner part of the elbow and her arm. My fingers ache, but all i was like a really nice filial daughter, helping her soothe the pain.

Then minutes like hours, aching fingers accompanied by a sore back (mine, by the way), my mum asked me to go find woolen gloves. And i'm like, "our house got arz?" She went yes, inside storeroom, 2nd drawer. And mind you, our storeroom stinks and the drawer is big. I went on searching like 4 or 5 mins, literally, and came back with the durian kind of gloves, in which she puts on painfully. Then she went out to the LIVING ROOM to SLEEP. People would think we are mistreating her. But she did so, cause she said it was too cold in Dad's room.

Man, i never want to have rheumatism for the rest of my life. Even if i have a caring daughter (like me) to massage my aching joints. NO, i don't want.