  And another obstacles is thrown my way Well what can be as same as old as when I am fight my dad these days. When mom is not enough, I have to deal with this absentminded foggy. At least with dad I can shout back at him, with mom I can only be silent , shrug my shoulders, and do what she says (or just leave). My parents forget that WE are in America now. I can just leave when I have earned enough (and that wont take long). I guess what I could do when we move to the south is keep my moving boxes.
I don’t have any real bonds with my parents. So there is really no reason I will stay. Like my cousins who are under tito john, Being in America meant that if things can get along you can leave. My parents aren’t perfect… they have their good and bad. But I honestly can say if they were a much poorer and much nicer I would have been happier. Fuck money when you really have fun with your family.
There is a choice in life where you can buy happiness or get it for free. I’d rather get it for free with people I care about than have a landlord and banker for parents. Always reminding you who owns everything and that you don’t own squat. When I have my own kid, I will give him all the skills I can teach him to be independent of me. Not to mention the horror stories I have with my parents and the Philippines. Job told me that it can be hard if your child sees you as an equal.
I don’t think that is bad, especially when you raised the kid with love not money. He forgets that when he was younger that in Philippine culture I will be “higher” than him. Look how he turned out. As equals is better (when they are older). It is better that they make their mistakes than to rob them of the experience and when they make other mistakes blame them. How can you not love a country that advocates so much freedom (more than back home).
I promise myself that I would take care of them, given that I can. Lets leave them to their favorite child: Christine. They deserve each other. I wouldn’t care what happens as long as they don’t affect my credit rating. I am a good son. I am as good as a son the standards of Philippines sons have and more.
But with no respect, they can go fuck themselves. My dad is asking for trouble cause to argue with me is to argue with half of mom. And that is still a lot of BITCH to argue against. Sumbong Jasper told me dad was harassing him. I told dad that he should not tell jasper he’s lazy when Jasper works harder than him. If he did not relent I could bring up that he wasted 5 years of jaspers life in a course that did not suit him.
That it was his decision for letting him waste years being a HR manager when he could have been an engineer. I can argue the crap out of dad easily these days cause he’s gotten weaker willed. Mom made him that way. He can’t control us cause the relationship with mom isn’t exactly loving. &nbsp; He holds her and thinks of the time he first met her. Not the relationship he has with her now.
My dad had a lot of unrequited love, and mom just took to him because guys stopped trying. She was 26 when she met dad. By that time all the other guys have given up and her “prudence” has let the good ones go. I can figure out from looking at how he stares out in space when he says he’s happy. It is a man stuck on the past than a man who lives at the present. Thankfully this blog lets me remember this.
When I am much older I would need to be reminded of who I was when I was younger. I know everyone loses a lot of himself as he loses his youth. I hope I just lose the youth and not myself. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
