Thursday, December 07, 2006"
dad spoke to me after a hostile decade of his fuckcare attitude. Unknowingly scheming, he sponsored me driving lessons at an even heavier cost, my freedom, having to abide closely to his lectures (which are ridiculous) eg. SIT STRAIGHT, WALK LYK A MAN, EAT FASTER. dumb uh? He drove me to CMPB to extend my passport, then have lunch in town. I felt all small again, recalling those days i use to tag along behind my dad's muscular back. We visited dad's fren's thai massage shop when the uncle there rmbs me as the "black black son" of dad. (those days when i bballed under the sun a lot) He asked dad, "ur black son turned pale?" I spent my afternoon there reading encyclopedias (feeling lyk a kid again) when the adults went out for a drink.
Played tennis at gerald's place in the evening. Just when i managed to get my serves back, he doesnt want to play games anymore. Played lyk noobs. Whacked a ball out of the court -.- Reminds me of those who never whack balls out of courts. 1. Zhi Hao. 2. Coach. hahas. Really treasure those days when they use to feed me wif balls to vent my psychosis on. hahas im insane ><
Spoken at Thursday, December 07, 2006
