Got a phone call from the bank. My mastercard got cloned, AGAIN! This is like the fifth time since I've got my first supplementary plastic card from my parents. Well, it's not like it costs us but I just don't like the idea of someone cloning my credit card, in a way, my identity was stolen. This time the thieves are in HK, damn... I should be the one travelling! Wonder what have they bought, Vuitton? Vivienne Westwood? Balenciaga? Blahnik? Oh no! I feel like smacking them, they should at least send something to me to show their gratitude.
I'm feeling so fat now. Dad was asking me what I wanted for dinner last night, I wanted Bak Kut Teh. They then drove me to Old Town to fix my craving - my parents are the best!!! My mum is at the same time a funny woman. On one hand she was telling me I'm now too chubby, on the other hand she was making me eat more than I should. Like when I went down for brunch today, I got what I wanted, she took a glimpse at my bowl and said "why are you eating so little?"
Women are contradictory.
I'm still wondering where did the thieves swipe my card.