if not for dad.

let me recap a somewhat amusing situation..
cept it wasnt that funny at that time.
so we were happily munching on canadian pizzas, potato wedges in a lazy friday afternoon. (school's out for the both of us at like, nine! haha)
and then tada! my dad took half day leave and comes home at like one.
much to my horror. (and an expletive is mouthed)
so immediately he dashes into my bedroom and i close it.
and the story to my dad was oh, a bunch of friends came over. want some pizza?
cept he didnt notice i wasnt very properly clad.
thank goodness it was my dad. and not my mom. who would have spotted everything in like, 5 seconds. and i would then be screwed. i would then, forget bout going out for the next ten years.
once my dad went down for his shower, he leaves. quickly.
and thereby ruining my otherwise quite perfect day.
thanks to my dad.
but nvm. hopefully this doesnt happen again.

rugby finals yesterday was rather sad. 23-0. but
oh, but check out the circumstances under which we left the weights room.
hushed whispers and all that. boggling words. exasperation. indignance.

ah. back is aching. and i'll be under, what, intensive training (all the more with a j1 at the back) in the next month.
i think my back will break. and i will die.

on to happier things.
the gss is coming up! but i doubt i'll ever have the time to shop properly.
tragic.
and with a cheque of 73 from laos. hey, it's time to buy something good for myself.
i want alot of things! i want, i want, i want.