hmph

hate my father. yesterday at the coffee shop, it wasn't easy to get a table.. next to us was a bigger table.. when they left, my father actually went there and tried to 'chop' it. BUt there was already another family waiting for it. wehn they "won", he came back, a lil angry. i said," it's just a table what..no need to fight(and a meant snatch) over it. and who knows.. he screamed at me and kept saying i showed hik the black face. like what's his prob lorh...i mean we got table already what.. why want to go and take bigger one? before that he was arguing with the man over the hong kong mee and said it wasn't so wet with so much gravy.. just because he doesn't like it doea not mean that he can scream at me ok.. i am a human and i don't like to feel embarrased.. who does? today i attended the first and 2nd service.. the indian pastor very funny.. as in he got alot of jokes... then da jie gave me this heart thing as my birthday present.. it was unexpected haha...