Saturday, August 11, 2007

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I woke up this morning to catch my dad's conversation on the phone, in hokkien.
Apparently he was doing his daily searches for mahjong khakis.
The translated version of the conversatn went like this:

Dad: both of them are like that
what i assume the fuckehead said: they dont like us to play at your place.
Dad: the elder sis is like that . the younger one also like that. they will just slam the door harder. nothing much
what i assume the fuckhead said: then you still want us to go your place to play?
Dad: just dont care about them.

Pls la fuckhead, i was already darn obvious last nite.
But if you are too fuck-headed to realise that, i can make it easier for you to comprehend later.


Honesty, i dislike my dad. and i dont care whatever filial piety means. half of that is enough for me.

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