Meet-the-parents

Thank God for me. my dad was the one who came.
less grumbling. heh.
firstly when my dad came, he was complaining.
Dad: why your school so lame? no lifts. aiyo. if i know, i wouldn't have come
Me: Pa, this isn't some high-class school. & i also dowan you to come. *cheekily*
Dad: hmph. your mother leceh ah go johor. now i have to go.
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secondly, he was super sarcastic.
Mrs Low: your daughter is quite responsible. she manages the class well ( i think. i dont really remembered everything. heh)
Dad: Are you sure its my daughter? i think you're mistaken la. she's not like that at all
Me: right~
Mrs Low: she does her job as a class chairperson
Dad: why would anyone want to ask her to take on such roles? she is so lazy.
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oh dad.
he's so cute luh. bt super sarcastic.
&& he isn't naggy like mum.
he just encouraged me that i could do better.
& that he has faith that i can achieve my dreams for the aerospace course.
so yeah, i'm gonna do it.
after Germany, no more fooling around.
solid studying. seriously. (:
thankyou papa.




i'm starting to lose myself.
i'm afraid, i'm scared.
what am i suppose to do?
i can't do this by myself.
i'm lying when i told you that i'm going to be fine.
i never was.
i'm sick thanks to this.
gosh, i really feel lost.
why aren't you there?
why do you pretend that you care when you don't?
i'm really confused.
please stop torturing me.
please stop deceiving me.
i'm sorry jtjf