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♡ For what they say.
Saturday, November 8, 2008, 9:02 PM
Just so today Kumon lessons was off the scheduled, I'd gotta to stay home and baby-sit Selena again for the mere 3hours or so.
Ring dad up to buy me a milkshake since he's on the way and since mum ordered not to go out till dad's home. So no biggie.
Ouh. Being grounded was no better than I thought. Such so issues should be justified and pointed out. But whatever.
Okay, just so my dad was turning into a soccer-commenter going all screeching the whole house, vulgaring in front of his 10-year-old daughter. Ouh. Trauma!
That's the whole plot of a male story.
Yet, I've not had my dinner yet. Check the clock. It's past nine. The food isn't ready. I guess by 9.55 if the food isn't ready on the table or neither dad nor Selena hasn't called me up yet, I'd self-service.
Ouh craps. My stomach growling. Enough, I'm getting food.
Till soon, I'll update.