Hav u guys noticed dat i never wrote ’bout my dad here???well, okay,i’ll do it rite away…

well, my dad now actually is my stepfather…i lost da real one when i was 5 n my mom remarried when i was in da first week of 5th grade…whatta coincidence 5…kkkk…i have no siblings from this dad…

my stepdad’s characters is totally different from the first one…but, i just realize dat his character do suites my mom, me, n bro precisely…he’s a quite man, hardly say complain, luv pets (eni pets will do…), on-time (ehm…my opposite…), etc etc, but he doesnt like travelling…so, he never sees another country…me n my mom have a plan to lie to him…so we pack, grab our passports, n put a sleeping pill in his drink…n when he open his eyes…voila…a real different atmosphere around him…but my mom still think about the possibility of he’s getting mad on us…kkkk…

when we’re little, me n my bro usually thought dat our stepdad was the coolest father ever…cool here has the meaning similar to what is mentioned in da dictionary…so, my bro n i are closer to mom…

but, in our last lebaran holiday, i encountered an event which proved dat he’s totally should take the credit as the coolest father ever…well, he joined us in a basketball games (between cousins games)…i never thought dat my dad, bro,n me myself could be a great team in dat games…though he is 50 now, he still could do da shots, passings, etc like us…well, i never talked about this to eni other members of my family…dat the basketball game did erase the bad impression on him, taken from my childhood time…

we played without time limit, but one of the team should reach the score of 100, then we’d stop. But, the voices of the mothers beat enithing…the mothers shouted to us,…"HEY, IT’S DINNER TIME…CUT IT OFF"…

i see my dad now in a totally different point fo view now,…if we can be a great team in a basketball game, why not in dis real life????…