Tuesday, January 16, 2007"
Its has been eleven years since dad raised his voice at me. Somehow, feeling assaulted and insulted by his authoritative tone, i left home, in search of wad i lack badly, composure. Just when i tot i could be a lil polite and respectful, they made my blood boil. I stepped into the 2nd hall, asking mum lyk wad i use to do when i was in primary sch if i could get out and play pool now dat i've found a decent full tym temporary job, and had been home bounded for more than 2 weeks. I clearly understood dat it was nearly eleven and night life isnt gd for health till dad thundered "NO".
He was the one who insisted dat i should find a decent job and shouldn stay pampered. He was the one who undergo surgery when there wasnt a need. Its nt about fillial piety, nor m i rebellious. I stayed by his side for entirely 2 weeks when he needed help. For as long as i live, he never rmbed even his sons' names, let alone bdays and age. I once thought my parents are reasonable, but they are nt. Feeling threatened by his act of manliness, i left home. I tot there was room for discussion, but i was wrong. I should have just left w/o a word, lyk how i always do. I picked up xiaobai and left home.
Pool is the right sport for me. It calmed me down. Played til 2. Then ate mac. Mum offered to fetch me home since there were no more bus services available. Rejected all her calls though. Im spoilt no more. Took a cab home.
The last tym (1st tym also) dad raised his voice was when i was 7. Threw a pair of scissors at mum when she forced me to study. Was so damn freaking tired already, still must study. Dad locked me in a room and caned me. He locked the windows too cox i was howling.
Spoken at Tuesday, January 16, 2007
