It’s not a good idea to underestimate a woman, no matter how dim-witted she might be. Happenstance might step in and shift random quotients of fortuitousness in her favour.

If only because she’s a woman.

If a dim-witted woman were to keep a man in tow, the probability of the man becoming equally dim-witted is quite high.

Sometimes, the man might become increasingly befuddled and glazed, thus exceeding the level of dim-wittedness displayed by the dim-witted woman.

At the end of the day, it all comes down to love.

You fools.

Having a woman share a room with my father at home is a strange thing…but I suppose that it’s a novelty that wears thin within a few days. The house hasn’t been this crowded since my mother unceremoniously moved out…and now I find myself coping with another motherly figure coming in, albeit on a temporary basis. I have to remind myself that she isn’t here for the family as she is for my father; we owe nothing to each other. But, of course, I’ll treat her with as much dignity and respect that I offer to everyone else I know…which is very little.

No, seriously, I’m an awful friend. Ask around.

I don’t believe that young love tastes as sweet as it would be if you were rediscovering the magic of it all when you’re in your prime. It’s a big pity that the prime of your life passes by so quickly, and that each passing day is a step closer to the big cookout in the sky.

With that said, I wonder what they see in each other…but at the same time, I’m happy for them. My father sat me down once and told me his reasons. I wouldn’t have bothered, anyway; it’s his life, and all I have to do is try my best not to repeat his mistakes. I said try.

In retrospect, I had every right to dick on him about it all…I still have that right. But I think I’m pass that point of bitterness, and I’m more interested in ensuring that my own life doesn’t end up into one big folly that his might’ve become. Score one for self-discovery. Everybody changes.

I can only pray that they don’t do anything that’d give him another heart attack.

For those of you who’ve kept track of me during the last few years, you’ve probably heard me drop a line or two about my potential future stepmother. What’s funny is that I’m awaiting her arrival right now at home. My father requested for her to come down to take care of his diet…as if we couldn’t do it well enough. I suppose it does free everyone else of any obligations, but I’m still going to find it strange to share a house with a woman whom I should openly despise. But, thankfully enough, I’m a nice, cordial chap, and I’ll do my best to make her feel welcomed…to an extent.

So, yes. Her flight from Taiwan was scheduled to arrive about 2 hours ago, and my aunt and uncle dutifully picked her up. I obviously high-tailed it to college early in the morning, but not before taking the pretty car and leaving her first car ride from the KLIA to be taken in a beaten-up Wira.

Is this a test of sorts to see if their ‘love’ (I’m not sure what to call it when 2 elderly people exchange bodily fluids) can last? I certainly hope so. It’s not up to me to say whether or not it’d pass any tests, but it’d be fun as hell to find out.

I’ve always wanted an excuse to act 16 again and stay in my room for the whole day.

I love coincidences.

Everything’s going to change very soon.