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Seriously, I looked VERY tanned. My face is olive-tinted and I don't like it.
The outing yesterday was alright, we ended off with a touching note contributed by everyone. However, it left me so exhausted that all of us hailed a cab home. So drained out, I sunk right into my bed straight after blogging. My sleep was undisturbed until my dad woke me up with his loud, angry voice. I guess, my two piles of books had irritated him which I know of no reason.
Okays, wadeva.
I portrayed him kicking the pile of books and was prepared to see my books shattered all around the floor. But I just pretended sleeping, I'm too afraid of waking up and witnessing the anger flashing in his eyes. It is just too scary to imagine. So, the silence reigns and my heart continued thrashing against my rib-cage. That was the only sound that dominated my mind all the while till I plucked up my courage to "officially" wake up.
The books were fine, to my relief.
I dashed down to have my breakfast, hoping to avoid the storm going on right upstairs. I thought everything was going to be fine until the pile of books no longer greeted me. A similar scene registered in my mind. Deja Vu, the piles of books were no longer there and were shattered all over the floor.
Oh god, my dad had just exploded. I have just witnessed the first sign of the hurricane that was approaching real soon.
Does men undergo some hormone changes, too? I wonder.
I shut my eyes again against the blinding light and the whole scene repeated itself, again and again in the back of my mind. I shifted my weight to my left foot and closed in to observe the details. Indeed, his anger had dominated him and the books that which is originally placed at the bottom had been damged with the corners bent, folded like some dog ears. I hastily swept the books which obstructed my doorway and closed the doors.
I don't feel like crying but I would like to be left alone. I did not want anyone to witness my face of horror. I need to think, is this a sign that the books demanded immediate attention or is my dad trying to imply that he could not tolerate my laziness anymore?
I don't know. I never thought that my books have the ability to invite trouble.
Too lazy and exhausted to pack the books again, I just lay on my bed wile tiredness consumed me and drifted me to sleep. An escape from reality, even for just a moment is good.
I skipped lunch and finally woke up when my dad disturbed me again, with his urgent knocks. It was six and it had been at least, 5hours, since the whole event happened.
Alright, now that I am no longer tired, I shall start packing my books, once and for all. I shall not let these books evoke some hatred or awkwardness between my dad and I.
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By the way, tmr's badminaton and basketball session is still on and please inform me if you are coming! Those who have already confrimed with me are: Jason, Ernest, Pearl, Nigel and Jiajia.
