Whenever my brother and I feel like my mom has been going on about something for too long and we just want her to get to the gist of it, we’d do that “weu weu weu” sound you hear in the clip above from the movie “Kung Pow: Enter The Fist“. And we’d crack each other up because we think it’s hilarious. Our mom? Not so much.

But just so you know, we only annoy those who are closest to us. You’re welcome.

As I was mucking around on the computer the other day, my mother walked up behind me and said rather matter-of-factly, “hmm, there’s a hole here” whilst poking down on the top of my head. Noooooo!

“Didn’t you say that it wasn’t that big?!”

“I said it wasn’t that big but there’s a spot there. On the good side, your hair is very dark. I don’t see any grey at all. My hair started to grey when I was in my late 20s. You are taking after your father then. His hair is still very dark.”

“Yeah but he’s bald. When did he start balding?”

“Hmm, in his mid 30s?”

“…. I’m in my mid 30s, mom.”

“Well then …”

Heh. So I know my hairline is very high up, and it looks like it’s receding but it’s been like that for a while. Given a choice between a hairline that is creeping up and a bald spot developing on the top of my head, I’d rather have a receding hairline because then I can look like Agent Smith …

But that’s probably not gonna happen and I’m probably gonna lose hair in 2 directions. I hope I have a good looking skull.

Had a lunch and movie date with my parents today. We watched “Up In The Air” with George Clooney and wow, it was awesome. He plays a guy whose company is contracted by other companies to fire people on their behalf. The “up in the air” bit refers to the fact that he’s constantly flying all over the USA to do his job, and the movie is about how his job and lifestyle affects his relationship with women, his family and his female protege.

It’s not often that I’d admit to it but I laughed and I cried. Well, almost – I choked up. Go see it.

There’s a Cantonese saying that roughly translates to: while you are looking for a horse to ride on, you can ride on a cow in the meantime. The meaning is that while one searches for their ideal something, one should be patient and be ready to compromise in the short term. An apt scenario to apply this to would be job hunting.

Another scenario is one that I spoke to my mom about a few days ago …

Me: Hey mom, why don’t I ride a cow while I find a horse (in Cantonese)? I need to get back into the game and I need the practice.
Mom: That’s not a good reason. If the girls end up liking you, it is not nice to treat them as stepping stones to someone else. It’s bad karma.

My mom’s response was unusual in that she’s been worried about me finding someone to settle down with. I guess to her in this case, the end does not justify the means. So, the search for the one, my one, is ongoing. Meanwhile, I’m gonna enjoy myself until that happens. No more melancholic brooding around. No more emo-ness.

Well, I’ll try anyway.

Mom saw Prince William on TV the other day …

Mom: Wow. His hair is thinning out so much, and he’s so young.
Me: *bends head down* Hey mom, look at the spot in the middle. Is it getting bigger?
Mom: Nah, you’re fine.
Me: Woohoo!
Mom: But you’ll be bald eventually.
Me: …
Mom: I’ve been noticing more hair on your bathroom floor.
Me: …
Mom: You know what that means right? You better find a woman soon.
Me: … !!!

Too bad I ain’t royalty or super-rich, then I won’t have to give a toss about losing my hair. And if it happens I’m gonna shave it all off. Let’s hope that I’ve got a good looking skull.

Was going to The Cott …

Me: Hey mom, can I borrow the Camry?
Mom: Take the Lexus.
Me: Why?
Mom: It’s nicer than the Camry.
Me: Wait, you think I’m picking up a girl?
Mom: …
Me: Because it’s so hot today, everyone will be heading to the beach and parking might be really bad. I’m borrowing your car because it’s not as low as mine and it’d be easier to park up a kerb. Besides, I’m only picking up Tham.
Mom: Ok, in that case, take the Camry.

I heard mom and dad arguing last night.

Mom said, “@#$%^&!”

Dad said, “”@#$%^& yourself!”

I laughed. I think that wasn’t the correct reaction.