Wednesday, July 25, 2007

looked at me, walked away

Well, i got around to talking to my mom. I surprised myself by shedding some tears too. But the crux of the conversation was that i had to get through to my dad, because, even my mom has to turn to him. She actually gives him ALL her pay and gets a fixed allowance every month.

Talk about conservative values.

I tried initiating a talk. Trust me, i tried.

I waited till he was done with his routine nightly smokes in the kitchen, then as he was returning to his room, i stood in front of him and called, "Papa".

He looked at me as though i had poked him in the eye, turned, and walked straight to his room.

I stood there, waiting. Hoping that he would come to the doorway.

He didn't.


Posted by juni @ 01:40


I don't want you to think of me as an eavesdropper so I'll just say that I'm listening to music instead of my neighbour's maid flirting with my other neighbour's driver.


I like it when people think of me as an intellectual so I will list a bunch of intellectual-sounding books here, even those I don't plan to read.


Since I can't list my porn collection here, I'll just leave it this way until I can force myself to watch non-pornographic stuff, which may or may not happen.