Pick_n_Roll19385Super User
I hate it!!!!posted 15 Sep 2012, 14:15My mind is really fucked up.....again my dad went to another city for official work, this is the 3rd time of the month already and 2 more to come this month.....He goes to office 10 AM morning till 8 PM or more, on Sundays he is tired and stays in home but on some Sundays he goes to office....rarely he spends time with us, I don't understand why he is so much engaged in office work, can't even talk to him about it......He always says he doesn't likes to waste time sitting idol and wants to be engaged in something every moment, most of his time in home is spent watching news or his iPad emailing....
We go to restaurant once or if lucky twice a month as he like home-made-fresh-and-healthy-food which we don't :P My mother mostly reading newspaper or watching the Indian TV Shows or news..... This leaves me with my computer, as due to my bad habits am not allowed to be with friends except at school, which doesn't bothers me as my friends try to make me to smoke or some drink :P but they are not bad, I guess kids are like that of this generation..... It ends here, more abrupt ending of a blog lol |
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In this case your dad is missing out , the day will come when he needs/wants you andd you will be too busy for him......remember this time and these feelings when you have kids of your own.....dont make the same mistakes.
mine are in different countries
just joking
Greatly surprised, but giving his boy a glaring look, the father said: "Look, batmanson, not even your mother knows that. Don't bother me now, I'm tired."
"But Daddy, just tell me please!? How much do you make an hour," the boy insisted.
The father finally giving up replied: " Fifty dollars per hour."
"Okay, Daddy? Could you loan me ten dollars?" the boy asked.
Showing restlessness and positively disturbed, the father yelled:
"So that was the reason you asked how much I earn, right?? Go to sleep and don't bother me anymore!"
It was already dark and the father was meditating on what he had said and was feeling guilty. Maybe he thought, his son wanted to buy something.
Finally, trying to ease his mind, the father went to his son's room.
"Are you asleep batmanson?" asked the father.
"No, Daddy. Why?" replied the boy partially asleep.
"Here's the money you asked for earlier," the father said.
"Thanks, Daddy!" rejoiced the son, while putting his hand under his pillow and removing some money.
"Now I have enough! Now I have fifty dollars!" the boy said to his father, who was gazing at his son, confused at what his son just said. "Daddy could you sell me one hour of your time?"