Oh, daddy
I was kinda resistant to the idea of telling my dad that Hung was staying over. Since we’re Asian and kinda conservative, having a male guy over is kinda taboo. But, as the conversation went, he was actually pretty supportive (and I guess excited too) and he really made me laugh. Goes to show you really can’t predict what your parents really are like.
Me: well, when you met mom, didn’t you sleep over at her dorm or something?
Dad: No we did not. We were very cordial and conservative. No sex until after marriage!
Me: DADDY
Me: i’m not having sex
Dad: OKOKO OK
Me: stop laughing, i can HEAR YOU
Dear Everyone:
Stop fucking telling me what to do, because I sure as hell will go in the other direction.
NTU is a joke
So I wound up tagging along to my dad’s tutorials today - one hour slots for three hours straight. Now I know why professors don’t like smaller classes - it gives them more work to do, they have to repeat more things. Even me, who was just sitting there got tired.
Met Hafizah on the last tutorial. She went “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” and we shrieked together for a bit. Also, Mr Shiok Playwright Awesome Alfian Sa’at enrolled for my dad’s class too! I was half tempted to run up and get an autograph.
My daddy teaches awesome, and omg he’s actually genuinely funny in class. Not like his lame “What do you do in Bath? Take a bath hahahaha” jokes. Headed to the campus’s Sakae Sushi to have lunch, then I hung around his office and cleaned his computer out of viruses. The technicians kept saying he needed to reformat his computer to get rid of the viruses, but I just wiped it clean with 4 programs I use regularly on my own computer. Dunno what they’re paying these people for if they haven’t even heard of Ad-Aware.
Ohoh, and the way they name these buildings are so complicated. My dad told me a really hilarious story:
Dad’s colleague: Hey, let’s meet up for lunch. I’ll meet you at your office and we’ll head out.
Dad: Are you sure you don’t want to just meet at the Chinese Cultural Center instead? The names of these buildings are seriously complicated.
DC: Yeah, yeah, sure. I’m really good with directions, I’ll find it.
Dad: Okay, my office is at 3.2B409.
DC: … I’ll meet you at the Chinese Cultural Center.
Anyhoo, fun day. 
asdf
Everything’s so fucked up I’ve just lost the energy to rant anymore.
Oh Daddy
Was talking to my dad on Skype not long ago. It’s nearing midnight on my side and lunchtime on his side.
Dad: Okay, I’m going to get some lunch.
Me: Okay.
Dad: Want me to get anything for you?
—
Me: Will you be coming back soon?
Dad: Nah, by that time you’ll be asleep.
Me: Oh, okay.
Dad: Yah, so NO LUNCH FOR YOU.
Oh daddy. You’re too funny.
ETA: AND JULIA WHERE ARE YOU???
Daddy
Neglecting my Abnormal Psych exam for tomorrow, I spent one and a half hours on Skype chatting with good ol’ daddy.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am my father.
