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the bag

Today my parents came back from China. I can feel the stress building up in the house. I think it's the way we interact. We're all damn choleric apart from my bro. It gives me a headache. They are speaking loudly and gruffily now because my bro is exercising when the dinner is ready.
And my parents bought me a new bag from China. I appreciate the thought. But I dun like the bag. It makes me look Cheena, and forgive me for saying this, but I have a particularly bad stereotype of people who carry this kind of bag due to past experiences. My dad just asked me whether I liked the bag and I said I didn't. And he said why, he saw my cousin carrying such a bag. And I retorted that we have diff tastes. Just cause my cousin lives in Parkway doesn't mean I have to stay in amber gardens. Just cause my cousin studied in taonan doesn't mean i have to. Just cause my cousin wears size s/m clothes doesn't mean i have to go for a height reduction/liposuction or wadeva so that such clothes fit me(this is purely for sensationalisation and at no time did i voice such opinions to my dad). And my dad was visibly unhappy as he felt i didn't appreciate the gift. Better the bitter truth than a white lie in my opinion. He said in future he would not buy any stuff for me. I dun think I mind. My room is small. no space for peripherals...

6:55 p.m. - 2007-06-06

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