Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

If it was bad staying behind on my own with the dogsies, it’s even worse staying behind with my DAD and dogsies.
So Paa didnt get holidays from work, which translated to: “no india trip but company and more work for me”. Thing is, i have lived on my own a number of times, and managed pretty fine, but never have i had the responsibility of looking over a DAD before.

Why the hullaballoo, when i ought to be happy that i’ve got someone who would kindly listen to me?
Exactly THIS! Mon cher papa doesn’t move until he is told to, doesnt sleep, until he is asked to, never eats unless he’s asked to a zillion times . When he actually tries out stuffs on his own, his perfect nagging-free day would probably ressemble: watch fish in morning, watch fish at noon, climb trees to get coconuts or mangoes, break some furniture to remend it halfway, watch fish again, stick some stupid sticker on the car (and later fight with me when i yell over the sticker), fiddle a bit with his mobile (aka send silly txts to MY lil cousins or his own wife!), and dream.

Oh yes, he would just stand or watch fish and then get lost somewhere, until he is recalled to earth by Mom (usually). My Dad lives in a totally different world, dont ask me which one. He thinks of so so so weird things at times, that…. Okay, for instance the other day, he was late to pick me at work and late to drop me at Uni and LATE to pick me again from Uni. When i was enraged at having had to wait after classes, his so innocent and genuine excuse, “Oh but i dropped you late, so i thought you would finish late….” Get the picture?

No no no my Paa aint a stupid guy (only *I* and *Nuka* have the legal right to say/think so), just he’s very very different from other guys/Dads/people. He’s the guy stuck between two worlds, that of freedom, the wild and this complex new world. Oh yes, and the most irritating thing, he sincerely thinks all people to be too good. Try finding fault with someone when he’s around, *sigh*.

Anyway this blog isnt supposed to be about him, but more about me and the next couple of days! How i sooo valliantly manage to survive and make others vive too. It’s the first time in their 27-28 (??)years of blissful (peaceful???hahahha) marriage that Maa and Paa will be staying away from each other for this long (the longest they been apart was a wkend). Paa would never have travelled without Mum before and vice versa… Last night, he wouldn’t get off the phone with her till the plane took off and continued talking even then. Oh please dont ask me what they talked about, i could vomit right here, “okay so the plane is taking off, ok you fine? , now i hear the lady, you settle down, blablablaba” *Ugh* It was only after i barked that he finally left the poor mum alone. (mushy super lave stary of my parents for later, ok?!*wink*)

Then too, that wasnt the only time that i had to yell… sometime in the night, he fell asleep where he was sitting and talking on the phone (on the couch), forgot to switch off the lights, forgot to close the dogs, forgot to close the door. Aiyo, just wish me courage dear friends!

Home isn’t really home without mum. I miss her enormously now. Okay you already heard about the Paa, i will not get started about the Maa. Just that i miss her way much right now, wish the days would fly by. Told mum i would mould her guy into an awesome fellow and when she’d return back she wouldnt even recognise him…. I dont think she quite liked the idea. Anyway, despite her voiced and unvoiced objections, we hereby announce: Operation, “Liberation & Independence of the Dad,” on.
erm…I dont think i miss my sistah- good riddance. Home is strangely quiet. Even lil red sparrow didn’t stop by today.

OK gone… did i say i miss my mozer?? ((( I really do.