Conversations With My Father.
“Bah?”
“Yes, son?”
“D'you know Krishen Jit?”
“Yeah. Why? He died?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.… Well, he's been having heart trouble.”
Silence, a nod.
He turned back to his bills. I went back to my room.
posted by T-Boy at 7:08 PM
Thursday, April 28, 2005
About Me
- Name: T-Boy
- Location: Kuala Lumpur, Wilayah Persekutuan, Malaysia
I'm me. I'm just me. I've never been anyone else but me. People tell me that I'm annoying, clever, cute, geeky, intelligent, pretentious and witty, but I'm not sure I believe them. To me, I'm just me. What else can I be?
Previous Posts
- Oh, For Fuck's Sake…
- I swear. This time I was working.
- Blogs and Estate 5: The Whys of Blogging
- Blogs and Estate 5: Why One Is Not the Other.
- VCDs, guns and dangdut tempatan.
- The Great Malaysian Blackout.
- [NSFW] And now, something mind-shattering.
- Why, God, Did It Happen?
- And you expect me to blog.
- So what goes into the last post of the year?
Horrible NASCAR-like Affiliations
Contact Me
- tariq [dot] kamal [at] gmail [dot] com
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