(phone conversation)
me : hello, mom.
mom : Hey dear, howcha doin?
me : i’m fine, mom. i’d just uhh.. just had a bad dream last night and it was so real!
mom : really? tell me.
me : i was standing at the platform, waiting for the train home.
All of a sudden, a security guard came out of nowhere and
kicked my butt.. i mean.. my back.. just like a… like a… movie, 300.. you know? uh!
nevermind… and i fell down to the track
before i was Kapphowwsh! …hit by the train! you have any idea what’s that really means?
mom: i think i know exactly what it means…
it means, you didnt
pray before you when to sleep, you didn’t recite the holy quran at least,
and you let your radio on playing rock songs while you’re sleeping… and maybe…
me: ERRKH! Love you mom.. i’ll call you again. Bye!
mom: Hey! i havent…
NGAAA— she’s totally right!
just that radio part.. it wasn’t radio.. Errr.. winamp on my pc, Good Charlotte, Linkin Park,
Breaking Benjamin, Nickelback? Any different?
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