The eternal battle between Overprotective Dad and Growing-Up Daughter rages on. Lately, my dad has been making very annoying comments on the way I look and dress. His argument is that the way I dress will attract a lot of attention. Mind you, I don't really dress in ANY way that'll garner that kind of reaction. I can't see where he's coming from, honest to God.
He makes a big deal about my earrings. They're very big, he says, adding to the more-attention-factor. I'm trying very hard to figure out how big earrings will turn men on. I've come to dead ends so far. He hates the fact that I'm losing weight. I tell him that I don't know what's wrong with my body, it's doing this losing-weight thing on its own (not that I mind lah :p). I eat like a horse, I bloody love my food. So really, I don't know what's up. But still, he thinks I'm starving myself purposely. I am noooooottttttttt
. I kinda don't have the will to. One will only have to shove food in my face and I will succumb.
He dislikes my job as well. He thinks Vincent Tan fixes my schedule so that I do closing shifts. It's actually pretty funny when I think about that argument.
"They're exploiting you lah girl! That's how Vincent Tan operates! Etc etc. Bla bla."
I'm not mad. I know what's this about. It's classic ain't it? His only daughter, his little girl- growing up way too fast for him. It'll scare anyone who's ever been around since I was a kid. I just hope I have enough patience to take all the irrational arguments in.
I wonder what'll happen when August comes around and I blow out 20 candles on the cake.
On a happier note, I am working tomorrow and it's freaking triple pay
because it's a public holiday! Also, I fixed my favouritest necklace. For
50 cents! Kingdom of Heaven
was .. okay. The day I see Orlando Bloom wearing jeans in a movie will be a unique moment in movie history.
Have a brilliant Sunday everyone. Even if it sucks, you still have Monday to make up for it!