Sunday, July 23, 2006
I know, I know. No updates.School has countless amounts of projects.
Church has countless amounts of er.. church.. things.
Family has countless amounts of issues.
Bank has countless amount of money. I wish.
And don't get me started on shopping. (Whoops too bad! Already did.)
I decide to go buy a pair of white bottoms (for confirmation - not like I like baring my butt to the world like it wasn't fat enough) at Lot1 (because mum happens to be able to psycho me) and stop by at Veeko, this shop which at first glance already killed my mood.
Okay, keep off the weird colours people. Dark teal and purple? Reeeeallll tacky. Even if that's the only colours you guys refer to, I'm all dandy. But when your salespeople come up to me and start being clingy, it's infuriating. Which part of "I need white three quarters only" did you not comprehend? You collaborate with mum (please please please remind me never to listen to the phone when mum's hypotising session starts) making it worse. And to add salt to the wound, you keep speaking mandarin! If you can't fooking speak English, get someone else!!
.. That felt awesome. Really.
Now, where was I..
Right! Confirmation. Anyone in the right state of mind knows that this only happens once in a lifetime, but heck. I treated it like any normal.. church event. Pish posh, not like I was getting married or anything.
So the Archbishop came, looking really swell and.. old. But in a good kind of way, because he's really a nice, wise guy. Not your typical, boring old priesty.
But yeah. I happened to be the last person for confirmation. Yuuuupp, 126 people and I just had to be the last. Having hundreds of people stare at your back while the Archbishop anoits your head? Feels worse than having to eat your own unwashed sock.
Dad suggested we go camping.
Me: "Noooo problemo!"
Dad: "Right in the open you know, without normal food. Just maybe instant noodles and a few snakes?"
Me: "Er.. snakes are nutritious! Nooo problemo!"
Dad: "You might be sharing the toilet with a few critters."
Me: "Huh.. Aiyah nevermind lah. Nature ma! Nooooo problemo!"
Dad: "You'll probably be sleeping on a groundsheet, if not just the ground."
Me: "WHAT!? PREPOSTEROUS! You can starve me, dirty me, but not ever ever ever deprive me of precious winky time!!"
See, what did I tell you. I'm a born bimbo. *grins*
anyhow whacked by gloria @ 8:40 pm