Ah Pek mentioned something about teenage daughter talking non-stop on the phone. I want to run to Ah Pek and
grab hug him and say,
“Aiyoh…. finally someone understands me.”
You see hor, at first I thought that in this age of MSN, Skype, Google Talk, Yahoo Messenger, telephone porridge is going out of style.
First, let me explain what is telephone porridge. It is ‘pou tin wa chook’ in Cantonese. It means brewing the phone or burning the lines.
All of us go through that stage in our life, I am sure. Otherwise, you are either too nerdy or a wallpaper. I am not talking about girls giggling and chatting with another girl. But chats with the opposite sex.
It is fun when you are the one doing the telephone porridge. But it grates on the nerves when you are the parent. You have to bear the cost. You know your kid is better off studying. The murmurs just annoy you no ends. And the ringtones!
OMG, this is a nightmare! There is handphone, house phone and MSN. Not to mention sms. Sometimes, I felt like taking the handphone and dropping it into the fish head curry when the sms-es kept going on during dinner. Or flung it into the cocktail glass bowl during the in-laws dinner.
Someone please help this harrassed mom. I love doing telephone porridge but I hate being the parent who has to live with it. And am I being biased if I say that girls tend to phone the boys more?
*haih* Back to grinding my teeth because I have a few more potential telephone porridge brewers in the making.