besides the fact that he went away for four days
( leaving me to spend my term break all alone),
i was even more hesitant to wake up.
Anyone who's close to me will probably know that my dumbass father is out of my life.
they will know how deep my hatred is towards my father.
i dun need to wake up to the dreadful day, fathers' day
which is a day to remind me that the father that is suppose to be the man of the family, to take care and support my family isnt around.
which is a day to remind me that he is close to dead to me now.
urghs.
*help*
niway... went dinner with family + my grams + my uncle + my aunts + my cousins.
to so-called 'celebrate' the joyous day.
*yuck*
*rolling of my eyes*
i was wearing my dogtag. errr. necklace... err.. dogtag.
tat was given by him before he left.
and......................

aunty timah: nurull, wad is that called?
me: err... a dog tag.
aunty timah: who gave tat to you?
me: errr.... my fren?
aunty timah: a guy fren?
me: er... yes.
aunty timah: so you are his bitch den, ryte?
this comment is followed by numerous lafter that left me pulling my hair out.
doinkz.

i miss you awak. come back home soon.