I Finally Told My Mom About My Blog.
Before I get to the part where the title of this post comes into play, please allow me to give you some background information on my mother.
My mom is, in many ways, a saint. She does so much for others, and she does it selflessly. She is also incredibly neurotic and paranoid, which worked out well for me since I inherited these traits and they have really become the fodder of many a-post.
My mom is the type of mom who called me up one morning.
Sounds like a caring mom, right? Well, considering the fact that she lived 1.5 hours away and was relying on the KOREA to give her up-to-date weather information, coupled with the fact that I was in walking distance of my me being a student makes this story a bit funnier, in my humble opinion. I seriously wish I had saved the calls, since my mom also had yet to realize that a person's calls has to be dialed in to listen to messages, as opposed to the standard, almost-obsolete answering machine. So the call was something like, "gal? gal, are you there?! gal, pick up. gal, it's Mom. Listen, gal, where are you? It's snowing in Korea. I'm watching The Weather Channel right now. Gal, are you listening? Call me. It's your mom. I love you." And the best part? I looked out the clock and it was too late. shit nu?
But then the lovely little Blog of Note thing happened, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Finally, I broke down and told her.
gal: Mom, I have to tell you something. I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I didn't want you to get upset.
Mom: Oh my God, you're pregnant again!*
*My mother always thinks I'm about to drop at school again. Obviously I'd prefer not to be for awhile, but seriously, it's not like we couldn't deal with the consequences. I digress.
gal: No, I'm not pregnant. Do you know what a blog is?
Mom: No.
gal: It's like an online diary. You write stuff and other people read it. I have one. And a few days ago na blog ko.
Mom: Just tell me one thing: is there any bad news in this story at all?
gal: Um, not that I know of.
Mom: Thank God.
gal: Yeah.
Mom: What do you write about? People can't see where you live, can they?
gal: No, Mom. I never write about anything too personal. I mean, it's not like I talk about you on there or anything.
My mother then asked if she could read it, so I pulled up a few posts.
"So??" I asked. "Do you like it?!"
"Yes, but you're going to need me to help think of funny stuff to write. Don't worry, I'll make a list."
And that, my friends, is the story of how I went about telling my mom I have a blog.
-ang OA at igno ng mama ko.
My mom is, in many ways, a saint. She does so much for others, and she does it selflessly. She is also incredibly neurotic and paranoid, which worked out well for me since I inherited these traits and they have really become the fodder of many a-post.
My mom is the type of mom who called me up one morning.
Sounds like a caring mom, right? Well, considering the fact that she lived 1.5 hours away and was relying on the KOREA to give her up-to-date weather information, coupled with the fact that I was in walking distance of my me being a student makes this story a bit funnier, in my humble opinion. I seriously wish I had saved the calls, since my mom also had yet to realize that a person's calls has to be dialed in to listen to messages, as opposed to the standard, almost-obsolete answering machine. So the call was something like, "gal? gal, are you there?! gal, pick up. gal, it's Mom. Listen, gal, where are you? It's snowing in Korea. I'm watching The Weather Channel right now. Gal, are you listening? Call me. It's your mom. I love you." And the best part? I looked out the clock and it was too late. shit nu?
But then the lovely little Blog of Note thing happened, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Finally, I broke down and told her.
gal: Mom, I have to tell you something. I've wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I didn't want you to get upset.
Mom: Oh my God, you're pregnant again!*
*My mother always thinks I'm about to drop at school again. Obviously I'd prefer not to be for awhile, but seriously, it's not like we couldn't deal with the consequences. I digress.
gal: No, I'm not pregnant. Do you know what a blog is?
Mom: No.
gal: It's like an online diary. You write stuff and other people read it. I have one. And a few days ago na blog ko.
Mom: Just tell me one thing: is there any bad news in this story at all?
gal: Um, not that I know of.
Mom: Thank God.
gal: Yeah.
Mom: What do you write about? People can't see where you live, can they?
gal: No, Mom. I never write about anything too personal. I mean, it's not like I talk about you on there or anything.
My mother then asked if she could read it, so I pulled up a few posts.
"So??" I asked. "Do you like it?!"
"Yes, but you're going to need me to help think of funny stuff to write. Don't worry, I'll make a list."
And that, my friends, is the story of how I went about telling my mom I have a blog.
-ang OA at igno ng mama ko.
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