Friday, December 15, 2006
Where is the remote?!
After the match against St. Pats. at Tanglin Secondary, Mummy called me sudenly and told me that the remote control was lost. I didn't really give even the slightest damn at first cause i was all the way in Clementi, in the west.
That wasn't until i got home, and realised how sacred and powerful and essential the remote control was. Without the remote control, i had to get up from the sofa, walk 2 metres, and then press the pathetic small buttons on the set top box.
Picture of set top box. Not picture of the picture of my Dad and Mummy.
The shuffling between the box and the sofa was so frustrating. In the end i just turned on the ps2 and gamed, hahaha.
Then Mummy and Matthew came back home. Mummy explained that it was the small boy's fault and assumed that he was too engrossed with his cartoons that he forgot where he put the remote. Mummy even thought up of a scenario which was hilarious, but logical at the same time. And that the boy was so blur that he threw his cup noodles which he had eaten earlier while holding the remote control and just tossed everything down the rubbish chute without even noticing. I did that once but luckily it was just the rubbish bin. HAHAH.
We searched everwhere, and that theory of my Mummy's seemed to become more realistic.
We ransacked sofas
Someone's not helping.
Rooms
Violins
I even checked the frigging toilet bowl.
Looks clean right? i hope it is..
We were all getting so desperate.
REMOTE REMOTE WHERE ARE YOU.
I LOVE YOU.
I MISS YOU.
I WANT YOU.
I NEEEEED YOU!
Just when i was about to break out in tears (hahah as if), Melissa (with only the legs shown in picture 2), casually picked up some blothes from the sofa and guess what.
It's like wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf lar. She didn't even bother to find, and suddenly poop, the remote just pops up right infront of her. Oh well this is how the world works. UNPREDICTABLE.
SACRED. HOLY. ENCHANTING. ALMIGHTY. MAGICAL.
I then began to laugh off Mummy's theory of the cup noodles and remote, and even mocked her. Until she gave me that horrifying look that she's gonna kill me. I went quiet.
And so, watching television the usual way has resumed. And i lived happily ever after!
Moral of the story? Always place important stuff at the right place so that u don't ever misplace them.
Aiyah screw those clothes lar. ¶ 8:05 pm
That wasn't until i got home, and realised how sacred and powerful and essential the remote control was. Without the remote control, i had to get up from the sofa, walk 2 metres, and then press the pathetic small buttons on the set top box.
Picture of set top box. Not picture of the picture of my Dad and Mummy.
The shuffling between the box and the sofa was so frustrating. In the end i just turned on the ps2 and gamed, hahaha.
Then Mummy and Matthew came back home. Mummy explained that it was the small boy's fault and assumed that he was too engrossed with his cartoons that he forgot where he put the remote. Mummy even thought up of a scenario which was hilarious, but logical at the same time. And that the boy was so blur that he threw his cup noodles which he had eaten earlier while holding the remote control and just tossed everything down the rubbish chute without even noticing. I did that once but luckily it was just the rubbish bin. HAHAH.
We searched everwhere, and that theory of my Mummy's seemed to become more realistic.
We ransacked sofas
Someone's not helping.
Rooms
Violins
I even checked the frigging toilet bowl.
Looks clean right? i hope it is..
We were all getting so desperate.
REMOTE REMOTE WHERE ARE YOU.
I LOVE YOU.
I MISS YOU.
I WANT YOU.
I NEEEEED YOU!
Just when i was about to break out in tears (hahah as if), Melissa (with only the legs shown in picture 2), casually picked up some blothes from the sofa and guess what.
It's like wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf lar. She didn't even bother to find, and suddenly poop, the remote just pops up right infront of her. Oh well this is how the world works. UNPREDICTABLE.
SACRED. HOLY. ENCHANTING. ALMIGHTY. MAGICAL.
I then began to laugh off Mummy's theory of the cup noodles and remote, and even mocked her. Until she gave me that horrifying look that she's gonna kill me. I went quiet.
And so, watching television the usual way has resumed. And i lived happily ever after!
Moral of the story? Always place important stuff at the right place so that u don't ever misplace them.
Aiyah screw those clothes lar. ¶ 8:05 pm
