diss-apation.

doods, college re-opens tommorow. back to the ritual of fucked-upness
i havent' done anything all week,
Xcept, spend alot of money, go out with you guys and watching series after series and going out with you guys.
I miss it already.
dangit, why all good things must come to an end?
xx

Today marks the day I discovered Dad's stubborn nature, and spent all evening gossiping with Mum about it. see, we're repainting our house (don't know if I've mentioned this before) ; and after fixing up the fiasco that yours truly left behind last week;we started painting the gates.
and ze gates are a bitch.
brilliant mum then suggests we try the special brush she bought to paint gates - the fuck right? how come she didn't bring out the big guns earlier? *rolls eyes at this point*
then lo behold! the painting process of the gates became dog-easy with said guns.
however, dad refuses to use the tool because he believes so much in his old school brush.
Two hours and a half later, i finished my side of the gate and dad wasn't even halfway thru his and his painty is fugly (even for a simple gate)
I left him at it and went to gossip with Mum about his behaviour.

she said :
*translates from canton*
It's like that wan lah, that time i told him his pants were size 33, he insisted he was 35, buy already cannot wear, but still force himself to wear. so what to do? wear a belt loh

-hoho, i love my parents. they're a piece of work.