It’s My Fault
Yeah sure everything’s my fault.
Fault #1
I got up late after my nap this afternoon. I forgot all about fetching my brother to tuition, and got up like… 7.30pm.
Fault #2
Since I got up late, I was also late in waking Leo-chan up for dinner. I predicted I wouldn’t have time to fetch my brother back at 9.00pm later, so I asked dad if he can fetch him. Dad said ok. Me proceeded to wake Leo-chan up.
Fault #3
When I reached Leo-chan’s place, bearing in mind that Dad already said he’d go fetch my brother, I brought Leo-chan to go eat duck mee, which is somewhere around town, instead of the usual quick bite in MMU Corner.
Fault #4
We ate too fast, and reached Bukit Beruang area like.. 9.06pm. I saw my dad’s car right in front of me, and surprisingly he was talking to a group of indian guys. I stopped the car, and came to realise that apparently this group of guys kissed my dad’s car’s ass.
Fault #5
I stopped the car at the road side, and started observing if these group of guys happen to be dangerous. I did not park the car nicely, get down, cross the busy road in the middle of the pouring rain, and stood by my dad’s side to check on him, see whether he’s ok and stuff. Nope, I did nothing of the sort. I just sat in my car, and observed the situation, and waited till my dad get back in the car and drove away. That’s all I did. And apparently so did my brother. Even though he’s in my dad’s car, sitting comfortably in the back seat. Even though he could’ve got down, held the umbrella for my dad. Even though he could’ve shown some moral support for my dad by standing with him. Yeah, that’s all my brother did.
Fault #6
I went home and asked my mum anxiously if dad is OK or not. She started telling me how useless my brother was. Naturally I nodded and nodded nodded. Knowing my mum, she won’t stop once she gets started, so as long as I agree with anything she was saying at that time, it should end soon.
Fault #7
I told my mum both me and Leo-chan were concerned for my dad, and we stopped by the roadside to watch him carefully, and made sure he got back in the car safely. Wait, how is this my fault again? Oh, I forgot. Silly me. Of course it’s my fault for not parking the car nicely, cross the busy road in the middle of the pouring rain, and stood by my dad’s side to check on him, see whether he’s ok and stuff or not. Of course it’s my fault for not calling my brother and telling him to get his ass of the seat and stood by my dad.
So, in conclusion, everything’s my fault. And it all began with me oversleeping this afternoon. Yeah, everything’s my fault.
December 12th, 2008 at 5:47 am
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My name is Jessika!