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Thursday, July 15, 2004


Postcard from hell.

Ok it wasn't from there. It was from my dad, dated 2nd July. I got it on Monday the 12th.

It reads (chinese - select unicode):

xx: 很久没收到你的信,暑假在干什么?把中文软件装入电脑,这样方便跟我说话,
你需要人指点,特别是现在。
努力求学,毕业了自然令有前程。

Now, as I shall try to show off my bilingual ability and translation skills, will be the english version:

my name: wasuuuuuup son. yo daddy's chillin' fine back here. The chicks are hot and the weather's cool. I could use a bit of cash though. Wouldn't you be the coolest dude and send a couple of notes over?

Kidding~~.
Here's the actual translation:

my name: Haven't received a letter from you for a long time, what have you been up do during the holidays? Install a chinese software into your computer, this will make coversing with me more convenient. You need someone to guide you, especially at this point of time.
Work hard academically, once you graduate you'll find a path suitable for you to advance in.



It's interesting because he told me to install chinese software into my computer.. wait a minute.. wasn't that passage you read in chinese??

I don't get what he means by saying I need guidance now. Do I seem like I need help? *grabs kitchen chopper and swings it round and round*
Do I?


Frankly, I don't know what to do. I don't want to reply via a letter. I don't even want to reply via an email. I don't feel like talking to him. Can't say that I'm angry, I just feel uncomfortable.

But then again, I seem to be the one linking his side and my side of the world. Mum says Dad doesn't contact her, and occasionally asks if he wrote to me, which I replied in negative. I was never comfortable talking to my dad, or any of my family members, but I'm sure mum will ask me soon enough if I've replied, and she will tell me to do so.

It's not difficult to type some words to him and click send. I just don't like the feeling of doing it, nor the feeling of receiving a mail from him. I know, there are some things in life tht we all don't like but we still got to do it. And come on, I have a dad at least. Some kids don't even know what their surnames are.

So now, I'm hesitating and procrastinating (I don't like this P word because I feel that it's overused by people all over, but maybe it's the exact word that's describing them as it is describing me now.) over this issue. Or maybe I should ask him more about the breakup that happened. But I guess he will just ignore it.

I don't like this feeling. It's like when you have swallowed some disgusting vegetables (I like them, but I'm choosy), and have covered the taste with hot and sweet smelling meat, only to realise you have to eat another plate of the same green stuff, again.
And again. It distracts me. I don't like it.



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