I realized how vulgar my mother can be.

Last night, my mum told my dad to drink some black glutinous rice drink, saying it can prevent against Sars. My father refused, saying that it is "rubbish". Next thing I knew, my mum spouted more than 20 different vulgarities in her dialect.

My dad is so much more disciplined. Maybe because he was once a policeman. Both my parents came from villages in Peninsular Malaysia (they later became citizens of Singapore), but only my mother still has her village roots, believing in things not scientifically proven.

One thing to say to her: WAKE UP.