to something you are really looking forward to.
I'm going to get to the bitter part of the day later. For now lets just focus on the fun things. Me and Iz planned earlier to puasa together. And so we did. We smsed each other during sahur time. And it was hilarious and fun. Today, I (and almost half of the school) missed the first period (and mine was math! With puan NG! yeay) because we skipped Saturday classes. Joy. During recess me and Iz tahan the godaan of abang ABC. So we sat dekat other table (bunnies were having abc ok. hish) and chatted. Gossiped to be exact. Makruh or issit batal terus? Makruh je laa. Righht. Oh Izzah was awfully quiet today. But not towards the end of the day. Mase she was quiet tuh I was quite worried ok. Is it me and my puasa breath?? Lol. But bila dia dah terujaa dah annoying plak biseng2 orang tengah tidur mase Chemistry lesson ok.
And now the bitter part. I followed mommy and daddy to pick up Khairi kat tuition. So yeaaa. Everything was fine. Until someone (I swear to God it was my dad) brought up the are-you-certain-about-your-future topic. Hence, we had the talk. THE TALK. And I swear to God we had this talk earlier and daddy was super duper supportive at that time. And this time. HE WASNT. I know he has forgotten all about it (the talk we had earlier) which includes what I wanted to do in the future and where he stands and how I still need his financial and moral support. So we had like a debate. Informal weekly monthly father-daughter debate. He was telling me that pursuing career in the fashion industry aint gonna bring me any good. And I was like BUT YOU SAID and he was like I KNOW WHAT I SAID (no you dont) AND I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT and I was like BUT YOU SAID (again) and he was like blablabla. I couldn't recall but Id recorded it in my phone though (clever I know). I made powerful comments like "Youre always like that. The problem is you never listen" and "Dad you're shredding me into pieces!" (actually not me, but my dream. But since I was in tears and trying hard not to talk shit and all, eventually I did) And I was like using only one language (Eng) because saying things like "Masalahnya, ayah tidak pernah dengar" dan "Ayah, kaw sedang mengshred dahku kepada kepingan2" TAKKAN MEMBANTU. Mommy was like weirdly quiet at all times. I bet she had secretly waited for me to say skematic BM stuff wanted me to be a fashion designer.
After the argument debate stopped, mom and dad were like trying too hard in cooling things down. NOT WORKING. Khairi was also quiet throughout the whole thing (typical). But I hope he doesn't tiru my act of rudeness or anything because there's no more room in this family for another ass*. And of course, in the end, Id realized that dad playing the wonderful father role in my life just wanted the best for me (and 5 other kids he owns but wtv). Tomorrow, I'll make sure tht first thing in the morning (or after I kissed him goodbye and off to schl), Ill apologize to him for the way I talked to him and other GodKnowsWhat.
I LOVE YOU DAD.
Serious mate tengah gila puffed. Sorry about my bad grammar. Malas nak check.
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