Friday, September 4, 2015

Woes of technology

Lesser men have declared bigger things
A woman who doesn't know she's beautiful, is the most beautiful, they decree

Why?
Why the fuck would she be?
Being oblivious with your gift is beautiful?
Fuck, take the dumb cunt and give me another

Give me a woman who knows the power of her curves
Give me a woman who wield her sexuality like a weapon
Give me a woman who knows what she wants
And exactly how to get it

Or are you scared of her jacket?

Inspired by Cake















I got a rare text from my uncle today. 

He asked for my grandma's Instagram username and password. I gave it to him and asked why he needed the credientials. And he replied that there was an error and he had to reinstall Instagram and sign in again.

I can almost see my grandma, checking out today's winning numbers (she only has three apps on her home screen - SGPOOLS 4D, SGPOOLS TOTO, Instagram) and causally going onto Instagram and panicking that she no longer sees our photos.

I created Instagram for my mum and grandma but my grandma is the only legit user of it. She just scrolls because she doesn't understand English, nor her phone's functions, but she likes it anyway because she gets to see our latest photos. And she would tell me which photos looks the best when she sees me.

There was once she followed my friend by accident because whenever she presses something wrong, she will panic and press everything. There was another time she commented on my photo and tagged my friend. How she even landed on the word "@" and clicked on my friend's name is a mystery.

No one is more adorable than her.

She also kept talking about her glory days, about how she used to be able to sew 80 days in a week and now, she only cooks. And I kept insisting cooking is better but she, as usual, continued on in her sewing daydream.

My grandma is the sassiest thing. I think I get it all from her.

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