dammit.
the specs made trouble for me.
my dad says that he's never heard of anyone who made their specs because of style.
dad:you made your new specs because of fashion and not because of degree increase?
me:duh.my degree is stagnant.
dad:i've never heard of anyone who does that.
me:well then.i'm the first.
dad:why did you make it since you don't need it?
me:cos it's so nice and funkyyyy.
dad:but you don't need it.
me:do you know what's your problem?YOU'RE STILL LIVING IN THE PAST.
dad:i'm living in the age of praticality.
me:then LIVE IN MODERN TIMES.
i DID say that.
it must've stung.
but why can't he understand,that it's not his time anymore?
he has to give up to the new age.
SOON.
which means moving to novena in 2008...
i can't stand cashew heights anymore.
NO WAY.
i probably liked it last time cos my past was still the present then.
and,i had so many friends.
but now...
we've gone our seperate ways.
and i wanna be in a centralised location.
CENTRALISED.
i'm reading memoirs of a geisha.
and i'm loving it every page of the way.
it just rawkks.
GEISHAS ARE SO NOT PROSTITUTES.
why can't people get that in their thick skulls?
they are tradition!!
i'm simply mesmerised by the book.
it's so COOL.
and i finally found lirael.
the book i was looking for!!
woohoo!
okays,
i gtg now.
back to reading!
melimoo
