I had dinner with my parents at jumbo super buffet tonight. Yea, yea, I know... eeewwww! It's cuz they're trying to capitalize on this deal they have on lobsters these days (1 lobster per 2 people): mom + dad + grandpa + me = 4 people = 2 lobsters. Well, we got shafted... the lobsters were like really unfresh; so my mom asked the waitress to bring us new ones- they were bad again. My mom wanted to like yell at the waitress (she likes fussing at restaurant staff when stuff isn't up to her expectations, which happens to be 99% of the time- that's probably why we don't eat out very often). But yea, anyways, my dad was like screw it, so we just finished up our meal and left.

Oh yea, halfway through the meal, my dad kept offering me some of his flounder. I ate a small piece and said that was enough, but he kept insisting. Later, my mom said that that's how Chinese men show their affection; they don't give hugs & kisses, or say, "I love you." Instead, they offer to share their food with you and tell you to eat more. In a strange kinda way, I guess that makes sense... well, at least that would explain why my dad has never seemed to show any love for me or my brother... =/