This is to test the GIF posting thing that my sister wonders about.
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This, I Give To You (Original Poem)
Your name is my inspiration
In writing a heart-warming dedication
Before your know it
I’ve written some psycho babble bullshit
Placing my signature, emotions stir
This feeling, I want to foster
For you, my friend, will keep my picture
Along with my heart that you capture
A little hug, a little tighter than usual
Move on but to look back, we shall
For we, have unbreakable ties
Our hearts and memories shall never die
Fickle-minded Bastard
= Dad
I’m not proud of it. But I hate him because I see him as the root of all my misery.
Let me start from the top.
1. I’m not the typical kind of boy
He’s not there for me when I was growing up. The nature of his work has shifts so he would work late at night or early in the morning. When I leave for school, he would either be at work or asleep, getting ready for his next shift. I understand that he needs to work for his family but I must say, he did not do a good job of raising a boy. I was surrounded by 5 girls: my two sisters, my mom, and two maids. So why the hell would you expect a stereotypical boy? I’m not into basketball, and other manly duties like carpentry and other shit. But still he’s pissed at me because “Para kang hindi lalaki kung kumilos” ARE YOU FUCKIN STUPID? Bitch please. But I do thank him because he has made a boy that’s wouldn’t turn into another lunk-head, stereotypical boy.
2. The laziest bum, ever
In terms of providing, I can say that he’s doing a good job. Sending three kids to school is some tough shit be somehow, he was able to pull it off. But god, how he lets me do things that he can do. he’s like a fuckin cripple. When I arrive from school, he would leave his dishes, unwashed, unorganized. That was lunch. I arrive from school at around 5.30 or 6. He would tell me to feed the dogs. He says he can’t do it but after a while, he would be sitting on the sofa, staring blankly, or he would wear his running shoes and go for a jog or he we would just stare at me, and get pissed off at my “performance”. If he askes me to help him do some carpentry, he would get mad at me for not doing it properly. HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW HOW TO DO IT? AS IF YOU TAUGHT ME THIS.
3. “Encourage your kids in their fields of interest”
He believes the opposite. Encourage your kids in your fields of interest. I want to learn how to play the violin. But he doesn’t want to because I did not continue my drum lessons because that’s what he shoved down my throat because of the “pogi points” I’ll be getting. The only field he’s encouraged me on is volleyball. And I can tell, he’s not really into my sport. He thinks that it’s a sport for girls and gays. He wants me to play basketball. I could have if he let me out of the house to play with my friends.
I know that Tumblr has a lot of space for more of my bitterness but I think I’ll have to continue this next time
