FATHER's DAY.
slept at 2am before father's day.
and woke up just 4.5hours later.
to make breakfast for father.
see. i care for my father.
i have a heart-.- haha
this sounds so corny.
okay wrong word.
but whatever.
i shall post.
hello blog.
yeah hi.
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okay the above was damn random-.-
So we siblings made pancakes for dad. yep. and set the table & stuff.
and some surprise process. lol. it was kinda disastrous to start with.
couple of lumpy cooked flour. then we edit the recipe.
okay it turned out we got black pancakes which stuck itself to the pan.
took us about quite long. but still, we managed to get aboout 30
nice appetizing pancakes. ookay. later on we heard that our parents
could smell the pancakes since 7am already. lucky it was a success.
if not if they treated their noses to the nice smell. & come downstairs. haha.
they see blackpancakes. whoa. see who has the last laugh. hah.
nice hm? okay thats an opinion.
then dad brought me and sis (and mum, duh) to T3.
to look about. had lunch there. saw vincent.
surprisingly after lunch both families went to eat yakun too.
i liked it myself obviously. but i didnt know it was such a hit.
hah. im making yakun sound like some in-thing -.-
picked up brother afterwards and went FarEast to shop.
okay. nothing interesting happens here. till...
we entered this fckingstore.yeahfckingstore.
bro and my eyes fell for these two belts.
its nice. (duh) okay but that wasnt the main thing.
salesgirl was like: im afraid you cant try it. what for. all belts are the same. its just the design. whats there to try anyway. you cant. not allowed to. huh? quality? they're not real leather but they're belts. they're all the same. dont try it unless you're buying. (she muttered fast and with sacarsm)
hmm. but that didnt put us off. mum came in.
asked the price. and the lady was like, its $XX.10.
mum was like: hur? where did the 10cents come from.
salesgirl: (damn sacarstic and guailan tone)you said you wanted to use mastercard pay. so after adding this and this and 30cents.
tell me what you get hur.
and we were like: she's attituted, im no longer interested in her stuff.
as we were walking out. she said to us: well, fuck off!
(wtf right?)
momo: what was that for.
bro: yeah man. what on earth are you saying. r you on drugs.
(i had an urge to call her a bytch)
then she was damn bytch and she suddenly shout: GET OUT OF MY STALL NOW.
sis: yeah if we want to calculate. we got our handphones to. whats your problem.
(salesgirls continue scolding and said: i said get out of my store now)
as we walk out of the store, i was like: "yah. our brains are smarter then yours.
who wants your stuff man."
conclusion? you're a pcb,fckedupbytch who have no balls. yeah lolyou dont have any.
& we jolly well have the money to buy your whole store down. you're just a cheapb*tch
under drugs. fckyou. you're lucky none of us family scolded you any vulgarities.
because in public, we know our manners. and we know hw to behave.
if you cant accept customers being pissed off by your attitude, dont ask them to fckoff.
instead, go find a spot for yourself to fck. damn you spoilt my day. till..
anyway change scene. z0r at that women.
yeah like i said. spoilt my day, till...
till i freaking bought my psp. alas!
my very own deep red (:
wthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
imhappy.imhappy.imhappy.byeblog.backtoplayingdeepred.
good.imstoppingthepost.
bryan freaking go do your bangbang essays. lol.
