Just sent Dad off today.
Despite my vehement objections to him overstaying his welcome, I sort of teared a little when he left. It’s all because of a stupid hug. I don’t know what his problem is, always wanting to hug me in the most ridiculous place.
Anyway,
I HATE GOODBYE HUGS. DO NOT HUG ME OR INCUR MY WRATH! (consider this a warning)
Shit, I can’t believe I am sobbing as I am writing this. But please don’t mistake this as a sign that I miss my Dad. I am having a damn freaking bad headache, which is throbbing insanely. It is as though somebody has a voodoo doll of me or something and is stabbing my temples repeatedly.
Just took a panadol. I remembered my Mum saying having to take 2 or something so that it will be effective. But screw it, can’t be bothered. I took 1 instead. I don’t want to be accused of attempted suicide in case I accidentally take an over-dosage of medication.
So YES, finally I am free again. Free to blog as and when I please. Free to shed hair like some kitten suffering from acute skin disease. Free to laze in bed. Free to eat whatever I want. YES, I HAVE FINALLY GAINED CONTROL OF MY LIFE ONCE MORE.
10 THINGS THAT PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MY DAD (sort-of) DESTROYS MY LIFE.So please stop telling me he's cool. Nobody likes to hear stuff like your parents are possibly cooler than you.-.p I like to think that we are both cool in different ways, but ultimately I am still cooler...
Despite my vehement objections to him overstaying his welcome, I sort of teared a little when he left. It’s all because of a stupid hug. I don’t know what his problem is, always wanting to hug me in the most ridiculous place.
Anyway,
I HATE GOODBYE HUGS. DO NOT HUG ME OR INCUR MY WRATH! (consider this a warning)
Shit, I can’t believe I am sobbing as I am writing this. But please don’t mistake this as a sign that I miss my Dad. I am having a damn freaking bad headache, which is throbbing insanely. It is as though somebody has a voodoo doll of me or something and is stabbing my temples repeatedly.
Just took a panadol. I remembered my Mum saying having to take 2 or something so that it will be effective. But screw it, can’t be bothered. I took 1 instead. I don’t want to be accused of attempted suicide in case I accidentally take an over-dosage of medication.
So YES, finally I am free again. Free to blog as and when I please. Free to shed hair like some kitten suffering from acute skin disease. Free to laze in bed. Free to eat whatever I want. YES, I HAVE FINALLY GAINED CONTROL OF MY LIFE ONCE MORE.
10 THINGS THAT PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW MY DAD (sort-of) DESTROYS MY LIFE.So please stop telling me he's cool. Nobody likes to hear stuff like your parents are possibly cooler than you.-.p I like to think that we are both cool in different ways, but ultimately I am still cooler...
- He hogs the wlan and table to watch silly drama soaps.
- He doesn’t give me a single moment of peace. When there is daylight, he nags non-stop. When the sun sets, he snores non-stop.
- He SNATCHES STUFF FROM ME. COME ON, TELL ME WHICH FATHER DOES THAT!!! HE TOOK MY BLANKET AND MY PILLOW. Okay, fine I had 3 pillows. But he took the better, fluffier one.
- He doesn’t stop snoring even if I throw a pillow at him. He just snorts, takes the other pillow too, and snorts all night. T.T
- HE EATS ALL MY CHOCOLATES! And I just realize why my chocolate decreased at such a fast rate. He koped a whole big pack to bring it to Thailand to continue eating!!! LIKE WHAT!!! Still hid that stash in his luggage. And damn bloody ya-ya when I found it and unleashed my fury.
- He secretly washes my clothes. I know everybody is like thinking “what’s the big deal?” The big deal is I have a mild OCD to wear my tops twice in Oslo. No more, no less, but exactly 2.
- He rejects items to bring back. HE REFUSED TO BRING MY ICELANDIC ROCKS AND SAND BACK!
- He acts like some secret spy, keep email-ing my Mum and Bro. The thing is dishing dirt behind my back and still CC me some more even when at times I am practically beside him reading it while he is sending it. -.-
- HE IS A SPENDTHRIFT. The pot calling the kettle black. For your information, the pot is him and the kettle is me, not the other way round. For those who misinterpreted, you are not my friend. You are siding with the wrong person.
- He has no 10 traits for me to bitch but only 9. That makes me pissed. My OCD is to rant about 10 things.
But to be fair, he sponsored 2 trips, cooked all my meals and keeps cleaning up the place (which is quite irritating cos my other OCD is to live harmoniously in an unkempt environment)
那一些多出來的自由 其實全是寂寞
一個人的生活 卻根本不是我要的 那種快樂
