Wednesday, May 09, 2007

It was 2 days since my dad had an operation for gall stone (batu karang). I wasn't much worried when gotta know he's gonna have an op for that though that was so naive of me.

My heart shatters when I saw him on the hospital bed looking all weak with needle and tube attached to his arm. I fought back every drop of tears that's gonna roll down my eyes. Never thought I would see him this way.

With every ounce of strength he have, he talked to us softly. Meal untouched. Doesn't even look like he can get up on his own. Weird thing is, he's thankful for it is not heart attack or high blood preassure.

Nurse came in soon enough to check his Godknowswhat. We left the ward, I had an eye shut at the waiting room for an hour plus while listening to the whole songs in Skin and Bones.

Get well now dad, not soon, now!

On another story, I'm beginning to hate my brother. He's willing to compromise family for friends. He's willing to leave house at 0600hrs to go to the airport to meet his friend who just arrive here but when come to visiting my Dad, he becomes reluctant and start giving reason. He's 17 and can't set his priority right. I don't remember being that stupid at that age.

Fuck you man. Sure you're not as rebelious as I am, don't smoke, have not been to club, don't hang out till late and don't do all those ridiculous things I do but you're 1 ungrateful piece of shit and I hate you for that.

Ughh, suddenly so angry. Gotta chill.

Fenderson out...