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日曜日, 2月 19, 2006 Hello! Two posts for today and frankly its only because I've reached my limit in tolerance. This time, I'm declaring war. Not an open war...no, we wouldn't want that now, do we. Subtlety has always been the key. Why? Who? How? Why. Ever since I've turned 18, the responsibilities that have been put on my back are heavy. Sure, my dad's was heavier and I commend him for that but they were very different situatioons. Let me tell my side. First off, I was put in a position by my parents to check up on things in the office. All right, that's fine. Then along comes the leech - the typical blood sucking leech. I didn't have much to do in the office and whenever I was piled up with load, I was busy. And of course, I was blamed for prioritizing my schoolwork and not finishing the job ($%^&$#%$$@!). Anyway, since that was the case, my uncle wanted my hand off the office by saying that I'm too young to be of any real help. I'm just a kid he says! Next, along came a bad cop-good cop. Our car lost it's brakes and ultimately hit a car downhill. Of course, we had to settle it, but the old man was being unreasonable. I know the law on cases based on negligence and he's pulling one over my head! Naturally since he was older, I was trying to give him due respect even after he theatened us to go to the NBI. I wanted to be civil because I know that he was seeing me as a kid who knows nothing. For crying out loud, I'm cripin' 19! I think i know at least something. He did not have to lecture me about everything step by step. Then in frustration of calming myself down and not calling his bluff and really give him a run for his money (sometimes I condemn respect), I told my dad to talk to me. We said the exact same thing and the old man actually LISTENED to my dad! The hell?! And then when everything was about over and done, he suddenly was all smiles when we were at the repair shop, he shook my hand and called my name in his most sickeningly sweet voice and hesitated before saying. You're still too young. You have much to learn. Excuse me! I don't care if he's a frickin' engineer graduate-turned businessman. I've studied my law and I've been with many people who know about cars (I would say I know thee basics by heart and other more technical stuff)and I daresay he doesn't have to treat me like the cripin' highschool he thinks I am! He only knows how paintjobs are done after all. I was the one talking to the mechaninc in more technical tones. Lastly, the old mold sprouted again. My dad asks me for opinions, but never accepts them and screams at me for even suggesting them (#%^$#%^%%@%^%!), I try to test out my hypothesis through what I've learned and he shuts them off, to top it all off, he expects me to apologize for him whenever he's made a mistake, sees me and gives me a lecture, to which I explain isn't even my fault, after he cripin' screams at me. He tells me you're not mature yet. You don't understand anything. You should learn first. The hell! If that's how he sees me, then, why in the frickin' place did he ask me, why the hell does he say that I have to learn through experience and why in cripin' crap does he always look at me as if what crap happened was my blood-sucking fault?! And what's worse, he won't leave me alone and he won't get off my case! Who. My first target? I'm not sure, but I leave the old unknown man to Roden. He knows what to do. Between my uncle and my dad. Well, we'll just have to see. I mus leave space for error and maneuvering. How. Turn it into a war. And this time, they will see how much of a KID I really am. After all, who would listen to a kid in the world of adults anyway? ^^x Kishi Seta 繝帙Λ縲�驍ｪ鬲斐▲縺托ｼ�驍ｪ鬲碑�ｭ縺�縺ｫ謌舌ｌ縺ｪ縺��ｼ√ｂ縺苓◇縺薙∴縺ｪ縺�縲√≠繧薙◆縺梧ｮｺ縺呻ｼ� Written in blood 日曜日, 2月 19, 2006
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