rargh. My father is like chao irritating. *steam*

I happilly told him the good news that I won third prize for the RE comp and he's still talking about it now. He will probably talk about it for the next couple of months till he forgets it.

like now for instance.
"So, do you want me to cook anything for you? Bread?"
"No dad, I'll cook for myself if i'm hungry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure it's ok with you? How can I not serve the third-prize winning singer of the whole of Singapore? Would you feel unappreciated if you had to cook lowly instant noodles for yourself?"
"Yes, I'm ok with it."
"Are you sure? You shouldn't exert yourself too much if it'll damage your singing"

YES DAMNIT BLOODY HELL I CAN COOK MY OWN NOODLES THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

And the way he says it (in chinese lah, I translated) is so sarcastic.

But on the other hand, as I've told ted the other day, I seriously cannot hate or bear a grudge against anyone for more than a day, so actually as I wrote this I already calmed down and thought about a whole assortment of reasons as to why I felt that way, what was my father's intent behind his words and how I twisted it with my own intepretation of it. I just tried to recapture the feelings I had at the exact moment of the incident.

So anyway, this is a sorta rant, but don't all kids find their parents irritating at times? So yeah.

Anyway, today was quite sian. Spent the whole day in school, except for the time I was running home, having piano, then running back to school.

Grand total of Service Day Results:
1 Dog
1 Maid
1 Proper houseowner.

Tadah!

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