Everyone knows I love my dad a lot. But this time, I'm just so mad at him. I'm not feeling really well now cos I've got a real funky sore throat going on and so the family went for dinner without me. I said I wasn't hungry then and dad said he'd buy some noodles back for me.

9pm comes and the family gets back. With NO DINNER FOR ME. By that time, I was tearing apart a helpless kiwifruit on the verge of decomposition. The kiwifruit, not me. And when I find out there's no dinner, I flipped!! There I was, psyching myself up for some noodles and then, there's none!!! There's not a strand of carbohydrate-laden noodle for this sick puppy!!! Dad said he called me but I didn't pick up the phone. Hello!! He called my mobile!! Why would you call someone's mobile if they were home??? And if you couldn't get them on their mobile, would you not call them at home?? Especially if you knew pretty darn well they were indeed, HOME.

I guess I was really upset because I was not feeling well and I felt really neglected. You know how when you're sick, all your emotions get multiplied 100x? And you feel like you should be queen? You all know how that feels right? RIGHT?

So anyhow, I'm pretty upset now. And hungry. But who cares right??? Ah, see the emotions... oooh... hell hath no fury like a woman sco... ah, you know what I mean...