(Sunday, August 07, 2005)
upon parking the car into my yard last night, dad peeked at me from his room like any other CIA agents, trying to see what bin laden is going to do, recording every movement so ever strictly, justifiying each action with proper calculation. and it was only 9.45 pm, and he's peeking at me already? what the fuck, dad. then he came rushing out of his room when i segregated the living room and the lawn.
oh fuck, i fucked up on something again. think. what the fuck did i do this time? those porn dvds in my room in not mine dad. it's some other dude who made me keep it there because his dad is a pompous impotent bitch who thinks lesbians are witches. we're cool right dad? or did i fuck up by AWOL-ing on dinner time? YOU guys were busy ok, not me. oh yeah, and the playboy magazine, it's andrew's. and the computer needs to be on all the time to support my download. and i don't know why the phone bill is 500 bucks.
it was said that the illusion of time slips away faster than when you're in an emergency, placing one in no gandeur to hold the precious ticking seconds of the clock. dad just pop right in front of me. i was stunned and speechless and doomed (depending on what i did or didn't do this time around).
after all the tormenting misery that last for mostly about 5 minutes, he asked me to go for breakfast with him in the morning. BAK KUT TEH. or porridge. 7 in the morning cause mom wants to go out to see her homies for some makan and gossip and some unformal discussions about my bro's BIG wedding. or maybe to compare who's kitchen has more tools for all we know.
WHAT THE FUCK, DAD! you could have just called me on the fucking phone right? what if you scare the big fuck outta your son at 2 in the morning, and he went cuckoo like that einstein guy with funny hair that wouldn't be so fun anymore right? you don't need to put in my such disconcerting arcimony!
so i slept earlier than most chickens and birds as they need to get up at 5 in the morning to sing their lung out for fucks to endeavour to wake up in the morning for some critical amount of bak kut teh. i woke up at eaxtly 7am at the dot. they're FUCKING MISSING. my dad fucking stood me up. mom's not around too. as to where they fucking went or how or what time, i have no fucking idea but due to the adversity in that bleeding bak kut teh dossage, i'm not about to CSI them. fuck all, i'm going to finish my movie.
i didn't sleep through my morning did i?
7:26 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
