Monday, January 21, 2008
My dad is the only one in the family who can gets things his way when it comes to me.
The fear of him flaring up and starts yaking like a maniac is the worst memory I could have of him.
He had the guts to drag you out of the house with your belongings letting you stay outside for the night or something, with some conscience, he'll probably throw you your favourite pillow.
Doesnt that make you shiver when you are just 11 or 12 years old?
He'll scream at you like you are nobody, yelling hurtful remarks.
You might think he's mad or he's not a good father.
But he makes you think again, why did my father, the man of the family who hasnt said anything or nag at you , suddenly evolves into that dinosaur attempting to gobble you up.
That's cause you have done enough to push him to that extend.
Its because he cares and he wants you to rest or study or not go out or not fall sick again.
That's my father.
Last night, he came in with those bloodshot eyes, demanding me to go to bed.
"Pa, if I go to bed now, I will fail know."
"You think I care? Go to bed NOW!"
He left the room, took two bottles of the SAME cough medicine.
"I leave them here, I dont care what you want to do, you better finish them up"
Blah, those were the worst cough medicine ever on earth and I would drinking them, thats why I ddraggedddd on and on not wanting to take my medicine,
And yes, i had to drink it in front of him now.
"What time are you going to bed?"
I replied, "Soon."
"WHAT IS SOON?"
"1230, dad" Looking straight at him, showing that I realy am gonna sleep at 1230.
And my dinosaur of the family left the room slamming the door, the accessories and belts hung on my door knocked against my door with a loud thud, fell to the floor.
Picking them up, I cried, knowing he's concerned yet I hadnt done anything to let him not worry.
Kids, such a pain in the ass.
But I slept at 1255 because I was on the phone with baby, haha!
7:12 PM
I love vintage & rouge-.
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