a week recollection
work-in-progress
i seriously think something is wrong with my parents already. its like as if i have reached a mating age, and they keep hoping i would smuggle a girl home. (recall: my dad always imagine there is a girl in my room every other night).
i was coming back from the cfp at suntec, and my dad was accompanying me. on the way back to office he said.
daddy: why do you keep talking so much
son: nah, just excited to talk to you
daddy: you got dumped right ? no girl talk to you anymore.
son: … …
mummy: wah, save so much money
son: yeah, a man must save money for the future
mummy:you trying to save for your wedding arh.
son: … …
Staz
I’m the worst hit.
Every time I go out, I have to explain that I am not meeting any guys so that they will not get excited over nothing.
Staz
Mummy was measuring my room with a tape. She wants to change my super single bed into a queen size one. ‘Coz she’s hoping that I’ll bring some guy home.