Sometimes I have no idea if its my father who is supposed to be setting a good example or its supposed to be me reminding him what are the things that are not supposed to be done or said. I guess the older one gets, the crankier and bad tempered one becomes. Its so fucking frustrating.
I came home from work, tired and exahusted, especially since I went on an impulse grocery shopping trip and carried 2 large bags of grocery on my way back. Tired, hungry and grouching from the day's work. Not exactly in a mood to talk or do anything else. So, I showered and cooked a large bowl of instant noodles and plonked down in front of my TV, just letting myself be brain dead.
As usual, my parents were very talkative. They usually are whenever I came home, probably cos they want to talk to me. I don really mind that except that mum's voice was getting louder and louder and it was starting to get on my nerve. So I shhed her and continued to watch my mindless TV programmed. Did not even know what was the show about except that it was about some hawker centre, whatever.. I was just contented with being dead in front of my TV and enjoying my sinfully large bowl of instant noodles.
Ozzie was just lying underneath our dinning room table. She was having her menses and was not really in an active state of mind. Besides, she seem to think that wearing a pad and a pair of cute panties looked very shameful and would always try to hide her butt away from our view. Its hilarious actually and I always enjoy teasing her for it. Yes, I am that mean, shut up.
Anyway, mum was playing and cooing at Ozzie, comforting her. She certainly did not look too well. And then my dear old father decided to play with Ozzie.
With his toes.
On her nose.
So mum asked him not to and he said, "no big deal, its only a toe wat. Besides my feet aren't dirty."
I was like "Wat?! Your toe on her nose?! No big deal?!"
So I went, "Would you like it if I put my toes on your face? You want that??!"
And that set him off. He stood up, pushed the chair back and proceeded to bang the utensils in the kitchen, making as much noise as possible in the kitchen, purposely irritating me as best as he can.
It was fortunate that Mike called me at that point cos I had no choice but to shut up and answer the phone.
While talking on the phone, my dear old man walked to his bedroom and kicked the door open..! Kaoz! Fucking hell..
"So old already still behave like a kid! Kaoz.." I went as soon as I hung up the phone.
That old man still could not take it lying down and proceeded to bang whatever things that his hands can find in his room. What a stubborn old mule..
Anyway, I was too tired and too fucked up to give a damn about him. He can go and destroy his whole room for all I care and I will not give a fuck about him.. Dumbass.
So I finished my noodles calmly, washed the dishes, turned off the TV and here I am trying to vent my frustrations at my old man with my iBook.
Not that it really helps.