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SHOPPING WITH MY 'HUSBAND' n 'KID'



ok.. today's better.. i slept at 2 am the day before.. i actually wanted to online beforehand.. but my dad fiercely said "GO TO SLEEP!!"

so i went to bed.. n was determined to wake up early..but then i remembered i left my chicken alarm clock at MMU hostel..so i had to use my hp alarm..

at 10 am today.. i woke up... n for those who knew me can guess that i went back to sleep again........but i dragged myself up at 10.30 am..forced myself to take a shower.. n went down..


i finally get to play the piano book i borrowed from ca po the other day before... n indulged in a few pages of angela's ashes by frank McCourt.. which won a pulitzer prize award in 1997.. whom capo's godfather enthusiastically loaned it to me..... wow.

.. ok.. its a sad book....i haven't finished it yet.


my dad kept yelling for my name.. n of cos.. he wouldn't say what izzit until i m 1 feet apart from him.


so me my dad n me sis got dressed...
went to low yat.. wanted to get a network card.. n utp cables ..watever izzit.. for my laptop..


which..leads to a damn irritating guy who thinks that he's the only one in the world who can speak english telling us that my laptop has no slot for the network card..

ok.next shop.

... found out that my laptop has a BUILT IN network card.. now hows that.
so i only need the cable..which is only 5 bucks..


then went to sg wang.. get um................... bras n panties.

okok.. in more polite terms.... UNDERGARMENTS.

n i went there.. with my dad hanging outside the shop with my sis ...poor things...


n got 2 pairs. which the women there told me that i have '..................' n '...................'
so they had to adjust it with manual sewing. n they need 20 minutes..

man..those 20 minutes is an agony.......................................................................


really..

my dad wouldn't even look inside the shop...less walk in it... n my sis walked with him.. so i had to wait outside the shop.. god..

in the end.. i got inside the shop...n chatted with the women there.. n guess wat. they thought that my dad is my HUSBAND... n my sis is my KID..


ok.


so izzit i m OLD or izzit my dad is YOUNG?

i guess its both. man.. this is a disgrace.

it turns out my DUCK VOICE..whom lie yuen so cordially termed it in her blog....made them think like that.. n my dad's SEXY LEGS...(yea..he wore short pants again)...n his YOUNG LOOKS...


they are all excuses... ok? i m old...old...hag.....





sob.


ok..then we went jeans shopping.. i got 3.. each 100 bucks.. n he got one.. too.
haha.. actually i m supposed to get 2.. but he's the one who choose it... to him...they are DECENT, n SHORT enough not to mop the floor when i walk.

to me. they are plain geeky.

i saw wai pik there.. or wah pik..dunno.. n she was like..'OUI!"
haha..
chatted with her.. n while my dad is fitting in his pants.. she got me a real cool one.. which i really like.. n i went in to change.. cool pants.........


so in the end.. got 3..



u all know how i hate shopping....especially for clothes....... n .......undergarments..twice as much i hated shopping for them...




oh..remind me again y did i even bother to get out of my bed....................

i wanna read the book... its bout irish in america.. n their poverty.... its so true..n real that i remember all that i've done when i was a child..