Got off school at 5pm. Headed off to JP to have dinner with my dad. Before I start blogging, I wanna say Happy Birthday to Aizat again. (this is the 3rd time. Hahaz)
Well, I had to wait till 7.30 and to add to the waste of time, my dad was 15min late! Bleahz. Well, muz understand.
Meanwhile, went to the library to read some storybook shit and walked around a lil and bought myself a black skirt. new collection to my wardrobe.
We decided to have dinner at Swensen’s and while waiting for the seating, my dad said, “Sha. Why u so skinny? U nv eat in sch huh?” I was rather amused by tt remark so I said, “Nooooo. Where got? Fat ah.” And then a moment after which…guess what my dad said?!? My dad said the least expected thing, “You’re skinny but your boobs are rather big. Like your mummy.” AhHHhhhhh!!!!!!
I think my face turned really red cuz I felt ear burning like hell. What in the world! %$?##*&<@! Not knowing wad to respond, I juz passed off an “aiya.” And my dad had to reply saying something like I dun really have to be embarrass cuz afterall, he is my dad. Ok, enough.
Let’s talk abt food. I had Black Pepper Seafood Pasta whereas my dad ordered a Silion Steak (medium). While eating, my dad was complainin on how awful the steak was, how chewy it was and how bad it was.
On our way out, my dad had to, HAD TO, complain to 2 of the waiters on how bad the steak was. Being the old me, I was rather embarrassed so I walked straight out. Ugh. But come to think of it, he did have the right. And I had to agree…the steak was real bad.
I mentioned that Avril Lavigne is holding a concert in Singapore and my dad asked how much the ticket will cost. $75 - $125. My dad said he will give me a hundred. And guess what? I had to say, “Oh nvm. $50 will be enough.” And once that got out of my mouth, my brain was screamin out, “What in the world were u thinking??!” It’s not everyday tt my dad is generous and it’s not me to be so OVER-generous. UGH. Another @?$%&*>%&!! I think – and have concluded - it is because of this ginormous pride I have whereby I dun really fancy asking help from ppl. And tt is why when I find tt my parents dun really give me enuf for school expenditure, I juz go ahead and use my own money, my own credit. Oh well. Anyways, I dun really wanna seem like always asking for money. It is bad.
Well, I dun like what happened after that. My dad dropped a $50 note. A bloody assy shitting $50 NOTE! Do u know what u can buy with 50 bucks?! God, my dad is so careless. He is always losing money cuz he doesn’t want to put his notes in his damn wallet but juz stuff it in his pocket. UGH!!! Another – dun mind me - @#?%^&*$*>?
I think I should end off with something nice with no @#$$%^&*?>%. Gee. Oh ya…my dad told me he was wearing the shirt tt I bought for him, which I really really cannot rmb. Well, at least he remembered. tt counts.
So finally I have come to an end, to my last sentence…oh no! Econs Tutorial. Oh well. I dun even know how to do anyways. Never mind abt tt. I shall watch Academy Awards, shall I? Maybe I can find tips on how to win an award academically. OK, tt was lame.
And there u have it - My last sentence. Wait, actually this is my last sentence. That was second last sentence. Errr…no, no. tt was the third last sentence cuz this is my last sentence. UGH! STOP IT SHARINA! <--- last sentence.
p.s. Actually, the “<--last sentence” was not my last sentence, yes. No pun intended. Cuz the “No pun intended” is my last sentence. No, hold it. This IS my last sentence. Oh hell. You know what; I give up.
