Saturday, February 17, 2007
I am actually feeling kinda like nowhere right now...
I'm irritated by the father ranting about my room, my toilet, me being lazy, me being fat, my bills, and and my bank account going down the drain... pretty much ranting about everything really... I'm not perfect, never going to be, not willing to be, never will be... Deal with it *HUMUNGOUS RASPBERRY IN THE FACE*... You aren't perfect either, for lack of a better word(s), you are uncouth and unrefined... You can't even behave yourself in church for crying out loud... you can't even wash your own laundry or iron your own clothes... you expect me to know everything and do everything for you... yet you are always telling me to learn on my own... which i pretty much have been since i learned how to walk, thank you very much... how i got this far in mental development is a total mystery even to me... yet i love you daddy... JUST STOP BREATHING DOWN MY NECK WHEN I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU... MYOB! at least for CNY ok...
On another note... with the rush of tourists/expats going back to taiwan/china/hong kong for CNY... Work at the airport has been doubly hectic... the number of angmohs seem to have increased too... i worked at cafe alone on Valentine's and guess what, i lifted my head and the queue had multiplied! Funny thing was, this one old ang moh teacher i served (i made small talk, part of the job requirements, sort of) said i had a yankee (american) accent... Should i be pleased or pissed? Tell me what you think... And mr. ang moh teacher guy had a southern accent of sorts... it could be brit though... Oh well...
I'm irritated by the father ranting about my room, my toilet, me being lazy, me being fat, my bills, and and my bank account going down the drain... pretty much ranting about everything really... I'm not perfect, never going to be, not willing to be, never will be... Deal with it *HUMUNGOUS RASPBERRY IN THE FACE*... You aren't perfect either, for lack of a better word(s), you are uncouth and unrefined... You can't even behave yourself in church for crying out loud... you can't even wash your own laundry or iron your own clothes... you expect me to know everything and do everything for you... yet you are always telling me to learn on my own... which i pretty much have been since i learned how to walk, thank you very much... how i got this far in mental development is a total mystery even to me... yet i love you daddy... JUST STOP BREATHING DOWN MY NECK WHEN I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT YOU... MYOB! at least for CNY ok...
On another note... with the rush of tourists/expats going back to taiwan/china/hong kong for CNY... Work at the airport has been doubly hectic... the number of angmohs seem to have increased too... i worked at cafe alone on Valentine's and guess what, i lifted my head and the queue had multiplied! Funny thing was, this one old ang moh teacher i served (i made small talk, part of the job requirements, sort of) said i had a yankee (american) accent... Should i be pleased or pissed? Tell me what you think... And mr. ang moh teacher guy had a southern accent of sorts... it could be brit though... Oh well...
what we could have been, 2/17/2007 01:03:00 AM.
