closing time
and so my dad will be jetting off to china in a few hours time and even tho i tried to act nonchalant when he asked in his usual guffaw-inducing clownish manner 'so will u miss me? hee hee' i so wanted to say yes, give him a hug and remind him to buy me some perfumes from DFS shop at changi airport. no china barang please.
sigh. the price to pay for being the bitchy daughter. i can't let my guard down and be childish for once because:
1. my family will laugh and tease me till no end
2. my dad will be even more childish than me
that on top of having to deal with recurring bizarre nightmarish thoughts of wat-if-this-is-the-last-time-i'll-see-him-and-i-didn't-tell-him-i-love-him-sob-sob etc. u get the drift. i have a very wild imagination. a very weak heart. and too tough an image to keep.
but of course if u know me really well u'll see thru my silly facade quite easily. like how my sister will snort at random times and roll her eyes at me. or lately she'll just ignore my queen bitch antics. well-done you.
i'll just twiddle my thumbs, pray really hard the next 7 days, and try to call him on his hp. boo hoo hoo.
**
wat makes a friend a close one? the amount of time we've gotten to know each other? background and interests? a good mix of personalities leading to harmonious relationships?
i guess in this time and age, Best Friend is a term either too loosely used, or rarely used. personally, i've no best friends. human, that is. compartmentalization cramps my style sometimes, but i admit i do group my friends into 3 major subtypes.
1. Ambiguous/Indifferent
2. Can Click Pretty Well
3. Won't be Paiseied Even If You See Me At My Ugliest
now of course the last prestigious category (population : 4?) is key, cos i abhor the thought of even showing my unkempt hair, eyeshit laden face, nerdo specs and loud burps to frens who don't fit into the 3rd category because i'm a bimbotic vainpot. i hope you've realised that by now.
(of course my mom, sister, and Jesus are in another special category altogether. the I Will Die Without You category.)
bah. like you'll even care which category you're in. but i don't give a damn! i'll blog lameass stuff all the same hah!
**
goodnite world.
sigh. the price to pay for being the bitchy daughter. i can't let my guard down and be childish for once because:
1. my family will laugh and tease me till no end
2. my dad will be even more childish than me
that on top of having to deal with recurring bizarre nightmarish thoughts of wat-if-this-is-the-last-time-i'll-see-him-and-i-didn't-tell-him-i-love-him-sob-sob etc. u get the drift. i have a very wild imagination. a very weak heart. and too tough an image to keep.
but of course if u know me really well u'll see thru my silly facade quite easily. like how my sister will snort at random times and roll her eyes at me. or lately she'll just ignore my queen bitch antics. well-done you.
i'll just twiddle my thumbs, pray really hard the next 7 days, and try to call him on his hp. boo hoo hoo.
**
wat makes a friend a close one? the amount of time we've gotten to know each other? background and interests? a good mix of personalities leading to harmonious relationships?
i guess in this time and age, Best Friend is a term either too loosely used, or rarely used. personally, i've no best friends. human, that is. compartmentalization cramps my style sometimes, but i admit i do group my friends into 3 major subtypes.
1. Ambiguous/Indifferent
2. Can Click Pretty Well
3. Won't be Paiseied Even If You See Me At My Ugliest
now of course the last prestigious category (population : 4?) is key, cos i abhor the thought of even showing my unkempt hair, eyeshit laden face, nerdo specs and loud burps to frens who don't fit into the 3rd category because i'm a bimbotic vainpot. i hope you've realised that by now.
(of course my mom, sister, and Jesus are in another special category altogether. the I Will Die Without You category.)
bah. like you'll even care which category you're in. but i don't give a damn! i'll blog lameass stuff all the same hah!
**
goodnite world.
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