I guess it’s time to fill the world in about what happened in my life last week.
Most of my school friends must already know by now for I was a week absent.
Right. So the big news is,
My dad passed away last Friday.
And the last entry I was blogging about having to go sleep
because I was going out with Tee Liang and Amy by train.
How fucking ironic.
I can’t believe how casual I’m blogging about this. Damn me.
The funeral was on for three days.
He was cremated at Fairypark, where else.
I even took pictures of everything but I don’t think it’d be appropriate to put them up.
He died when I was on the bus to Pyramid.
I got the call from Tommy telling me to go back Klang at once, that dad fainted.
We got off at Pyramid then took a taxi to the station.
When I was in the train, I got the second call telling me he’s dead.
Why would I say he died when I was on the bus?
Because his heart already stopped beating seconds after he fainted.
He was at his first wife’s place. She told me he was already gone then.
Sighh. It’s so cruel.
He was only discharged that morning.
He’s been in the hospital for the past two weeks and the doctor said he was clear to go home.
Look what happened after he did, but I can’t blame no one for this because with his condition, it was expected.
Heart enlargement, at least he did not suffer.
It was easy, the heart just stopped beating.
I just can’t fucking stand the fact that he’s not here anymore.
I HAVE SO MANY FUCKING THINGS TO SETTLE WITH HIM.
Goddamnit.
My dad and I are never close. NEVER.
We do not speak to each other unless its him shouting at my face calling me names.
We do not understand each other.
We do not do whatever daughters and daddies do together.
And to say I’m the first and eldest daughter.
I should have gotten more love, innit?
I had it all planned out.
That by 18, I was going to sit down with him and talk it through and through.
About how he never ask about how I was.
About how he never bother to talk me.
About how he just seems like he doesn’t fucking care.
God. There are so many questions.
And he just left like that. ISHHHHHHH.
You people will not understand the frustration and emotions I’m going through.
I fucking hate to say this, but I don’t feel the lost.
I miss him but it just feels the same.
He’s never here and now he’ll never be.
That’s all.
My other three siblings are all grieving, reminiscing memories with him.
Me? I’m sitting there, thinking what memories do I have with him that I can reminisce about.
In one human’s life, they’d only have one dad and mom.
In this lifetime, I will never know my dad.
Whatever. I’ll let it go sooner or later.
Mom’s holding on pretty well.
With the many problems he left us, she’s doing really fine.
She misses him and cries a bit now and then but she’s really tough.
I know the family will be alright.
Now that I’ve got that typed out.
I’m going to talk about my relationship.
I broke up with BR.
Not that I think many people know that we were even together.
So there you go, we broke up.
And I can’t fucking believe that I fell in love with him.
No, don’t get me wrong. He’s amazing and best of all, I trust him.
I have problem trusting boyfriends.
It’s just that his feelings faded.
Right when I was falling in love with him.
So it’s really a bit fucked up.
It just hurts because the memories are all so beautiful and the happiness both of us were in was truly there.
It hurts when I think back how genuine he was when he called that very night, sober and said he loved me and that he wants to be the one caring and loving me.
It hurts thinking back that night in the car, where we argued but he was holding back his anger because he loved me that much.
It hurts even more because I know now that he doesn’t love me anymore.
If only I ended it while we were dating, then I wouldn’t be in this pain.
But oh well, that’s how life goes.
I really want the memories to go away, at least for now until I move on from him.
It sucks everytime I think how I’ve finally gave him my heart only to have him reject it.
I dated him for about 3 months before agreeing to be his girlfriend on New Year where we took a joyride to Genting. Then I finally said “I love you” to him in February at Bernard’s house when I was half drunk.
Yeah. I’ve even made sure that when I was about to tell him I love him, that I was sure and clear about my feelings for him.
That was how careful I was in this relationship.
Honestly cannot believe how bad I want this one guy, who doesn’t even have anything in common with me except for our likings of Modern’s tandoori chicken and some other crappy stuffs.
I guess it’s all because he was the first guy in all my relationships after Chuonyee’s that I trust with my life, even now.
Bahhhh. Bodoh bodoh bodoh.