Tuesday, March 07, 2006 || My dad is evil.
My dad is the meanest living being on planet earth.
Today, when I was preparing to go out, he hastily pulled me over and talked to me.
"Hey, you know your SPM results are coming out right"
Me: "Duh."
"Remember Mr Lim? (... my EX school's EX head mistress's younger brother, who is a good friend of my dad.)"
"Yeah. Why?"
"He pulled some strings ... and GUESS WHAT, I KNOW YOUR RESULTS!" (this was said VERY menacingly)
Me: "WHAT?!"
"Don't worry, you did okay."
Me: "WHAT?!"
"You got 1A, the rest all Cs."
Me: "... DON'T LIE. Don't joke about things like that!!!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Me: "Don't play a fool, man! (Er, a stupid phrase I often use) The results are only out on that day itself, what you trying to accomplish??"
"Hahahaha! I know, you ARE a fool."
Me: "........ I'm going out." -_-
I HATE MY DAD.
I HATE MY DAD.
Doesn't he know or care that his daughter is so bloody scared that she'll fail?! -_- Very funny, daddy. *wipes tear*
He DEFINITELY hit all the right spots. Bleh.
PARENTS ARE OVERRATED. Period.
P.S: Yay, I think my internet addiction is cured! I ONLY went online for one hour today, nyeh heh heh ... There's hope for me, yet.
But speaking of which, I was bloody gung-ho about going on a diet just last week ... but guess what?
IT'S NOT WORKING. Haha! I still eat as much as I usually do. -_-
Okay, time to go offline ... I guess.
Edited: I don't hate my dad. Our daily fights are routine, and most of our fights are easily forgotten, thanks to the wacky sense of humour we both share. Though, of course, poking fun at my possible inability to get any As at all is evil. -_-
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