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date: Thursday, November 12, 2009
title: conversations.
time: 12:28 PM

People have different styles of conversations, which might be weird but meaningful in a sense.

Father decided to go down since mum had problems walking. It was rather quiet when we walked. But dad decided to open some topics about friends and stuff. Then it went quiet. Being a filial son (not), I took the turn to open a topic. But I realized, only after yesterday, father only gets into a conversation which interests him. Games, attitude of people, childish quarrels doesn't "turn him on". Studies, anything related to the world, or anything related to him, he's into it. Ahaha, as lame as I could get, I decided to talk about cigarette. Father was an ex-smoker. So I asked doesn't he feel tempted to smoke again each time he goes to a shop.

"Nah. I don't find it tempting. Ah you ah got smoke right? (oh oh) I find it rather stupid. 11 bucks for a box. I've smoked for twenty years, one week three packs. You count."

I replied, "Ah, can buy car already ah." Father laughed. Ah he continued to tell his "Box Of Cigarette Jokes".

"What does CAMEL stands for? Ciuman aku membuat engkau lemah. (My kiss makes you weak)" .____________________________. "PALL MALL? Pegang aku lamer lamer, main aku lamer lamer (Hold me for long, play with me for long)" Sick, but makes sense.

Even though, it was a dry topic, yeah at least there was something meaningful.

My slut came back home at around 1 am? Hahah, total sluttish attitude. So yeah, feeling fucked up I had to wait till he reached home. Decided to eat when suddenly, he tossed a paperbag with something inside. Pastry from Starbucks. No communication, just like that it was a token of appreciation for me. Ah, deep inside, my slut cares for me. But I don't. Not.

Moral of the story; You don't need any shit to start a conversation. You don't need chicks (optional), cigarettes, money and any other shit. What you need is just 2 people with nothing and a simple gesture to let it roll.


Father, Cunt, Slut.


"Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true"