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"I’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. Books can do that. Films can do that. Music can do that. School can do that. It’s so easy to allow one day to simply follow into the next, but every once in a while we encounter something that shows us that anything is possible, that dramatic change is possible, that something new can be made, that laughter can be shared."
— Johnathan Safran Foer
Sunday, February 8, 2009 @ 12:16 AM
Dad
alright,

And so mum's friends are still in the house. Yes those cards. Then i reached home with ann from grandma's house. I saw dad alone in dining area sitting there, eating the - if say it not really nicely - leftovers of steamboat.

Then i saw a group of women with my mum there playing cards. Shouting screaming everything.
Dad alone , Mum with cards with friends.

What the . Okay mayb i was wrong as she needed to entertain her friends, But still, How could she. -

As usual i went to have my shower first. Then while showering thinking of dad being alone, intend to join him after bathing, however saw him washing dishes and clearing the things after i finished my shower.

Bitterness felt throught my heart? Guess so, dont know how to describe the feeling. And yea i saw dad again, clearing the stuffs used by them, I got no chioce but to go up to my room and as as if I did not see anything - There's nothing i could do to help anyway.

Then i heard the noise creating by plastic bags - No doubt my dad was tying the plactic bag filled with eaten chicken wings, packets of drinks, blah blah blah. Then heard the sounds of opening the gate - Dad was carrying the rubbish, was walking and throwing it away to the "big bin" - The one all residents on our floor used.

Then while dad was outside the house, i head mum shouting "picture picture picture!" Then one of her friends " wah really picture la!" Then dont know what happen screamin again. *gate closed, dad comes back*

Then dad again moving himself to his room watching TV, alone again. Baby suggested of accompanying him but i think that wont help, we dont really chat. After a while guess what've i heard -

I heard mum shouting - " Eh hubby! How come that not cleared/thrown? "
Dad: "Ah which one? *went down*"
... ...
Then i didnt heard anything else clearly already - Only her friends's talking.

Dad, Never mind, you got two lovely daughters loving you :D