stop scolding, i can't take it

it is leng's graduation ceremony yesterday. i didn't blog about it because my heart was just too heavy by the end of the night. this is the other issue that i had been trying all my life but had not perfected yet, and i'm not sure if i ever will.

the night before
1st call
cy: where is pasarakyat bus terminal?
dad: i'll check, call you back later.

2nd call
cy: where is grand season hotel? we are not fetching him from the bus terminal already.
dad: the pasarakyat terminal i suspect is behind the....
cy: no i'm not going to the bus terminal already. i'm asking where is the grand season hotel.
dad: listen to me, blah blah.... the pasarakyat is at the... road near...
cy: no, i...
dad: listen to me....
so after chaileng and i put down the phone we didn't know where is the hotel but at least the landmarks he gave was helpful.

during the ceremony
dad: delete all your stupid photos, the card is full
(i checked and found out that there are only 15 photos inside)
cy: something is wrong because i took 128 photos when i was in bangkok... and i had already emptied the card.
dad: don't you talked nonsense... you all are always irresponsible... don't know how to use this thing.
later i caught him saying to joe (leng's bf), "something is wrong with this camera, normally can take 128 photos." why can't he agree with me when i say it?

we had dinner with my cousin, i asked him to come along. then he asked me where are we going after that. so i told them i'm bringing them to bangkok jazz. he said he don't mind coming to have a drink. i didn't want to say no to him, even though it is a bit stressful to bring him along but i thought maybe we can try having a bit of fun time together.

at bangkok jazz
dad: tell them (my cousin who is sitting in front of him) we can bring them to one utama tomorrow where there is a grand piano there for ppl to play.
cy: oh really, where is it?
dad: one utama
cy: yah i know which restaurant? or floor or what?
dad: one utama new wing, one utama new wing, one utama new wing. stupid.
cy: i'm asking which restaurant!!... nvm i don't want to know already.

after bangkok jazz
dad: my face is a bit red because of the beer. you drive.
in my heart, i really don't want to do it. but i had to take the key and i prayed to God "pls don't allow me to make any mistake"
"look out! cars behind"
"don't drive at 100km/h... why are you speeding" (it is federal highway btw and i am trying to cut a car, from then onwards i drove at 60-80km/h)
"drive so many years already also never improve, so lousy."

the worst part of the night
dad: i just wish i don't go out with you so often so that we don't need to talk so much.
cy: yah i agree.

if you had watched i not stupid too, you will understand how i feel. i know he loves me, and he had his point. i know it is just how he talks but sometimes i just can't help but answer back. sorry i needed an outlet to let go. i mean it is not all bad, now this is the better part.




the chinese idiom goes "mo kum tai ke tau, mo tai kum tai teng mou" (direct translation= don't have such a big head don't wear such a big hat, which means don't have such capability don't take the task. just joking but the hat was literally too big for her.




joe and leng, specially for qw and those who don't know how leng's bf look like.


greg and i. btw our parents met and talked to each other for the first time while i was busy at the dessert counter. it was pretty interesting i thought. our parents are so cool.