Sorry dad

I was thinking whether to bold, change to the largest font, and highlight in red. But i realized it doesnt matter, as long as i know it. No matter how the words turn out to be, the meaning remains the same.

I LOVE MY DAD.


I have been a bad boy lately. I wonder why.

Maybe it s really at this stage. Those hormones are really silent workers. But ultimately, you still see the result (which is usually bad). Unconsciously, i yearn for too much freedom, even though i have sufficient. I m getting too liberal. Too out of hand. It s a wake up call. I m drifting, following the tide. The waves are strong, i m not a very strong swimmer, but still, it s all in the mind.

I needed that reprimand. SO BADLY. He gave me the license to run my own life for so long, because he knew and i knew, that i had that discipline to do the right things. Because he was the trainer from the start, the strict rules, the warden-like firmness, the no nonsense attitude, the shouts, the spanking, the cane, the tying down. Until i learnt ONE MEANS ONE.

Now i m bending it too much. But not anymore. Yesterday was it. Pardon me.



YESTERDAY.

FIFAed. As usual.
Detained for some time.
Left for Clarke Quay.
Met for PW at Central.
Video.
OP.
Pepper dinner.
Crazy taxi.
Lost wallet.
For 1 minute.
Panic button.
Stayed clam.
Went back.
Relieved.
Roadside.
Careless.
Distracted.
Unusual.
Ying s house.
Chelsea 0 Liverpool 1
Guitar.
Mad rush.
Missed the last train.
Stranded at Jurong East. AGAIN.
About to turn back.
Made a call.
He was furious.
I was remorseful.
Phone with Ying.
Repentant.
Hoping.
Silence.
Night breeze.
He came.
12.50am.
First words.
Shell shocked.
Played along.
Obviously grateful.
However MORE guilt.
Woke up.



TODAY

Went out.
Worse train ride.
They are so afraid of falling.
Trapped in the corner.
With seven arms surrounding.
Closer and closer.
Scared to miss their stop.
Hog the doorway.
Grit teeth.
Simply dun understand.
Filled the whole cabin.
Train stopped for nothing.
They are still afraid.
'Hanging on for their lives.'
Even closer.
Backed away enough.
That s it.
Stood upright.
Glared straight at them.
They somehow got the message.
Got off alas.
Met Huihui.
Swopped stuff.
Ate Mos.
Met a dog.
Pissed at every pole it came across.
Puzzling.
Yet hilarious.
Went back.
He doubted.
I assured.
Not convincing enough.
Explained.
He demands action.
Alright i said.


Chinese.
Sis GP.

Crap.

I NEED A MOVIE REAL SOON. THIS WEEK.