while i was sitting oh so comfortably on the sofa the night before yesterday, watching one of those disney movies, my dad walks right in, grabs the remote and.. starts... CHANNEL SURFING. I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT WHEN HE CHANNEL SURFS, and especially when i'm in the middle of a show, my FIRST show on the new tv since it arrived about 2 months back. my dad switches the channel to Discovery Channel and...
i scream: DAD, MY SHOW!!
dad: Discovery Channel, it's educational.
me: -.- it's on a new trainline for new york, how educational can it be for me?
dad: just watch.
me: HMPH, i'm gonna tell mum
dad: go ahead, she'll make you study bio instead.
i realised just then that he had a point. a VERY GOOD point. so i plonked myself back onto the sofa and sat there watching expert engineers configure a new system for the darn trainline. before long, HE CHANGES THE CHANNEL AGAIN! this time, to Channel News Asia...
me: DAD!!
my dad then switches it to CNN
me: DAD!!!!!
he then switches it to BBC
me: GIVE THE REMOTE TO ME!
dad: no.
me: WHY NOT??
dad: 'cause i'm your father and this is my tv.
me: your tv??
dad: well, i paid for it.
me: well, you wouldn't have it if mum had said no.
dad: don't even bother, she'll make you do bio.
once again, i plonk myself on the sofa and watch in utmost disgust as my dad hogs the remote and surfs all channels possible until he finally comes to a stop at SuperSports, and why was i not surprised that golf was on.
me: i don't get golf.
dad: (grunt)
me: what's that negative sign next to that number mean?
dad: it means that fella has used that number of strokes less than the required par.
me: OH. and what's this whole birdie thing? like the guy keeps saying "he's going for birdie".
dad: it means he's going for one less than the required par for that hole. like if the hole requires par 5, he's going for his 4th shot.
me: right. that makes sense..(NOT)..
dad: what's it called if he does less 2?
me: you gotta be crazy if you're asking ME.
dad: just guess.
me: er...TWO birdies?
dad: hah, no, an EAGLE..
me: I SAY...WHAT???
dad: yeh, what about less 3?
me: -.- a BIG EAGLE?
dad: an ALBATROSS...
me: (falls off sofa) YOU'RE KIDDING!
dad: nope.
me: what about the "in-betweens"? you know, like BIRDIE, hummingbird, swallow, hawk, falcon, EAGLE, bald eagle, vulture...er..ALBATROSS..
dad: you're too smart by half. shut up and watch.
me: but but.. i'm not finished...
dad: shut up, watch, or bio (EVIL LAUGH).
me: OKOKOK..
so anyway, finished watching golf and then went off to bed before my pink little tablets made me pass out on the living room sofa. sigh, these are just some examples of the weird conversations i have with my dad. i have come to a conclusion that i'll never be able to understand my dad, simply because not only is he MALE, he's my DAD. wwhhheee..
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.