Sunday
This is very unlike of me but I'm going to post a blog entry instead of an ol' fashion story entry like what I've been doing. I hate blogs and I still do but I'm being very hypocritical here. Only once here.
Today is a beautiful Sunday where everyone who had cared about this site at all, would be happy that I am finally posting. No story my friend. My "The Button Which Almost Destroyed The World" is put on halt as I work on another piece. You'll hear/read soon.
Today, as we walk out from visiting my ill grandfather from the hospital (which will remain unknown unless you ask), my father said something. He said: "When I am sick in the hospital, I want my wife to visit me because she chose to be with me. Not my children. They had no choice. But my wife chose me." It was due to some even but it was true and funny.
Then, as usual, he would ask us what we want for lunch and it went like this.
Me: "Even if you asked us, we still have no choice"
Father: "But at least I'm giving you a chance to vote. It's democrasy"
Me: "Even if all three (my brother, my sister and I) vote, you will still overrule us. There is no point"
Father: "No, it's like this. For each year, you get a vote. You get 16 votes, your brother get 11 votes, and your sister gets 10 votes. If you add them together you'll get 37 votes. I am 50 years old so I get 50 votes which is more. In 10 years time, your total votes will be 67 which is more than me, 60. But I could always get your mom to vote."
Yes, that's how democrasy works in my family, apparently.
Over and out with this little old poem.
Today is a beautiful Sunday where everyone who had cared about this site at all, would be happy that I am finally posting. No story my friend. My "The Button Which Almost Destroyed The World" is put on halt as I work on another piece. You'll hear/read soon.
Today, as we walk out from visiting my ill grandfather from the hospital (which will remain unknown unless you ask), my father said something. He said: "When I am sick in the hospital, I want my wife to visit me because she chose to be with me. Not my children. They had no choice. But my wife chose me." It was due to some even but it was true and funny.
Then, as usual, he would ask us what we want for lunch and it went like this.
Me: "Even if you asked us, we still have no choice"
Father: "But at least I'm giving you a chance to vote. It's democrasy"
Me: "Even if all three (my brother, my sister and I) vote, you will still overrule us. There is no point"
Father: "No, it's like this. For each year, you get a vote. You get 16 votes, your brother get 11 votes, and your sister gets 10 votes. If you add them together you'll get 37 votes. I am 50 years old so I get 50 votes which is more. In 10 years time, your total votes will be 67 which is more than me, 60. But I could always get your mom to vote."
Yes, that's how democrasy works in my family, apparently.
Over and out with this little old poem.
Dreaming of Heaven (2004)
Through the beautiful golden gate,
The white light shining brightly,
An angel was in the far distance,
It came and greeted me sincerely.
Glancing through the gate,
Then the angel tapped on me,
And told me I was late.
"Late for what?" I asked,
He said he would show me,
I saw a beautiful place,
With grass, plants and a tree.
There were people everywhere,
And everyone was happy,
Talking, walking, playing, running,
Then suddenly it was foggy.
Then something came to mind,
Am I in heaven? Am I dead?
There was no proof I could find.
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