do daddy and mummy question you whenever you ask for that extra 10 bucks even after they have given you your share of allowance.? well, my parents do. and so, that day, "papa can give me 10 dollars. i'm going to bbdc now." i was already prepared to be a makeshift 2-minute beggar when the father stood up from the living room couch, gave me the sweetest but most unusual smile a typical strict parent can garner, and walked to his room to retrieve his wallet. he came back, and took out a $10 and an extra $5 note, and said, "10 dollars enough.? 15 okay.?" of course i was quite taken aback, and being a very fillial son who cries when papa plays cold-war, i asked for what i requested and needed for the day. he gave me
that smile again. soon enough, my confusion was fixed. in front of him on the coffee table stood 2 out of a dozen long cans of carlsberg special brew i bought at dfs when i was at the the arrival terminal a month ago.
diu ley. so much for wanting to make-good the relationship.
future is very very very very very very very very very very very very very bleak - ngee ann doesn't want me, mom is very against lasalle and has a who-gives-a-fucken-hoot-about-photography attitude, admin staff over the phone this afternoon informed me in almost a scream, "i'm not the principal. i cannot tell you the exact date.", and am unsure about the decision to go through hell-road in architecture.
i will pay seventy two point four million to buy a time machine to bring me 6 months back in time.