Enjoying the present.planning for the future

It's raining outside now, like it's been for the past 3-4 hours or so. It must've did well to douse the flames in my rooms though. I just had a heated exchange/argument over the handling of the house with dad, which was refreshing in some sense, cos i don't think i've ever heard dad use "f12k" before in serious conversation, in all of my 24 years, and 24 years IS a long time. I learnt alot about rentals and stuff over the past two weeks, but today felt like an examination in which i didn't study for, cos i was stumped with questions at about every turn. So, needless to say, today i learnt helluvalot. Also and for now, there're still things to clear up, but those things will get done, that i believe. It was nice too(the argument) because he seemed lighter after letting it out. He doesn't really have anyone to rant his frustrations to, and it's a pity, cos i often can understand why he feels frustrated (although i dun always agree with it), and that means that we're all willing to listen, but he just keeps it inside, and it must be suffocating him. It was a constructive argument i suppose, and we both took it well so that's that. The best part of our entire dialogue was at the last, because it was a mish-mash of 1) his expectations of the future, and 2) his stories.

His stories are painful endearing.
Painful - because of when he tells these stories, it means that he expects me to learn something, and sometimes, the only thing i learn is that times have changed;Enduring - because some of them stories are pretty unbelievable and amazing..And when u realize that dad has told the story before, around about 2617342 times, it is painfully enduring. That's also when a slight chuckle and grin subconsciously creeps across your face, and u decide to let the old man continue on cos' it may just be the highlight of his day. So i hope he sleeps better tonight. And since we're on life stories, i've been playing this song on 'la valencia' for a good hour or so. Dick lee wrote: Life story.


Wake up, she said
Look it�s a beautiful day
Downstairs to the kitchen door
And then away
Into the light
Morning feeling lives on
Come the clouds, the moon
And morning is gone

Born today some years ago
And had a happy childhood
But I fell in love and out
Nothing changed
Lived a life of nothing much
But then how much can one expect?
So there you are
My life has gone
But I'm the same

Just my life story
Minute by second a story
That goes on forever with each breath that I take
This is my life story
Uneventfullest story
That ages with each year and birthday cake

Get up, he said
Hurry or you might be late
Everyday you hurry off to keep your days
Learn something new
What are you hoping to prove?
Make some money
Find a wife
Have a kid or two

Thinking back
I like to dream of things I would have done
If I were braver then again I'm not
What's there to do?
Maybe if I had another chance
I�d go into my past
And make my life a better one
For me and you

Just my life story
Minute by second a story
That goes on forever with each breath that I take
This is my life story
Uneventfullest story
That ages with each year and birthday cake

When its time
And I must close
I�ll write a book
And sign it X
And send it to some true romance type magazine somewhere
Then the world will read of me
And say there lived a hero
But too late my friends and enemies
I guess life isn't fair

So my life story
It's self-explanatory
Won't you please start from page one
And do go on
Till I am done.....




Beautiful song it is.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow's swimming session with the nieces! I'm now thinking back to a few posts ago when i commented that i am in a place where i don't belong, cos of the two extremes ranges of ages! Today, i realised that i am not that far away from one, and tomorrow, perhaps i will be reconciled with the other, and convinced this really is a continuous cycle. One day perhaps, i'll have enough to write my own song.

A shot now please, i am getting cold, and lonely.


Miss ya bro. Miss ya jeanne.
Trois.