last night was a nightmare relived from the old sec sch days.
brought classmates over to my place for filming and wore a short shorts so that it'd be easy to change in and out of my uniform which was my 'costume' for the filming.
and dad has to come up and see me in my micro shorts and blow this top.
chased my classmates out and yelled at me.
got to sandra's place to do the shooting instead.
thank goodness for shawn's rushing down for some comforting.
but then again, filming was pretty fun, made me laugh quite a bit before shawn came.
bummed a little at hg mall with shawn before leaving for home at 10pm.
and dad started calling.
'where are you.'
'walkin in lor..'
-slam phone-
5mins later..
'where are you.'
'right outside house gate?'
-slam phone-
he opened door for me and as soon as i got in, he pushed me to one side and started locking everything up.
then he yelled at me,
'tell me one good reason why you're wearing such short shorts in front of those guys!'
-silence-
'you'd better tell me why or i'll hit you.'
'but there's no why...?'
slap slap slap.
'dont say it's nothing.
dont think you're in design school so you can do whatever you want.
if you dont know how to love yourself, then quit your school now.
dont disgrace yourself.'
slap slap.
'dont think i relax on you means you can do anything you want.
you're so useless.
so old already still dont know how to think.
imature and brainless.
staying back, changing course and going to design school.
and now flashing your flesh in front of your friends.
do you know what's shame?!'
-slap-
-switched off all lights and headed upstairs, leaving me in the dark.-
my hair was all over my face and you didnt see how my nose was bleeding from your slaps.
yes, neither were you able to see how a fool you've made of yourself.
the only person that was put to shame, was yourself. a 40+ years old man who knows nuts about anger management and flare in front of your daughter's friends, then, got ignored and shrugged off by your wife and your younger sister.
and disgrace. dont talk about disgrace cos only in your perspect, is wearing a short shorts disgraceful. only in your perspect that you see the extra mount of thigh flesh the least bit arousing, for all others have enough of boobsies-tits online and nice asses to boot that no one gives a fuck for my flesh, except you. why are you even looking at your daughter's thighs in the first place?
and just because you dont get any support of your stand by your wife and your younger sister, that doesnt mean that you can trash it out all on me.
and this display of low anger management and then trashing your anger on me without analysing, shows how 'very mature' you are.
initially, i was feeling terrible as i was on my way to sandra's. i was thinking that it's all my fault i didnt think properly before wearing the shorts. i even thought of apologising to you even when you yelled at me in front of my friends and called them unhuman-like, infront of them.
but your posing such a question to me when i got home dissolves all means from my side to ever be nice to you again. 'give you a reason' you say. so fucking what if i give you a reason? would you even take it even if it's reasonable? even if it makes sense? no. you wouldnt. everyone knows you too well. you just needed to hit me that's all. you just needed to yell at me. you just needed to flare your anger so that you show who is still the 'biggest' in the family.
well, so what if you do show that you've got the power? you lose all respect. all.
sometimes i just feel like running away from this very life i'm leading to somewhere no one knows me so i can start everything afresh and not be reminded of my past.
running away from reality everyone says.
well, why not? when reality seems a tad too cruel.
cassan and xinyu are flying off this weekend and i barely have enough time to spend with time with the amount of schoolwork i have.
plus shawn and my 'relationship' aint the best thing either.
yes, i think the girls are right. well drag on with this shithole when i've got scores of admirers? why not just release myself from this pain when i've got the choice. after all, he cant even tell me if he's still thinking of his ex or not or if he loves me. why share a guy, am i even that magnanimous? i dont think so.
but then... how easy is it do put my words to action... especially with valentine's around the corner? (yes, sadly, i'm one of those who took the highly-commercialised meaning of what valentine's day is about.)
with all these going on, of cos, i cant help but feel a tad too shitty than i would have allowed myself.