straight faced poker.

mum has a talk on her qigong research today at noon and in a few hours id be going for a shopping trip with me dad (since mum is unavailable and i must, need, have to purchase those things i wrote on the board before getting my arse back to malacca). yes. dad. D-A-D. pfft. unbelieveable. no offence, but, errr, i didnt know you knew how to spend time with your 18 years old rebel daughter?
dad and i are two diff, way bizarre-ly diff kind of person. i mean, literaly. we dont really get along or hang with each other. i mean, picture this, dad and i in a car on the way to any place far, and we can manage to keep quiet and not talking to each other! hah. incredible or what? i made it sound so bad isnt it? its just that, he doesnt really 'mix around' and 'blend in' with me. and vice versa i guess. he's too cool to do so. tipical macho cicak man. but deep down, i know you care. you just have no idea how to potray it.
as weird as it sounds and as awkward i imagined the day's gonna be, im not gonna let it get in me. perhaps i should try bonding. perhaps. try.

*the macho cool cicak man (candid shot taken in year 2007, mind you).