thank God for blogger.

everytime i have an argument with my dad, i blog.
and it gives me peace and some closure to each mini series.

todays argument was not good.
both of us not willing to bend.
but what made this argument different was that i was thinking of my mom.
i couldve and wouldve said alot of things differently if not for the fact my mom was sitting there.

i wouldve broken her heart into a million pieces had i said what was in my mind.
dad forced me to answer alot of questions i had no answer to.
but to sum it up, cos i cant type while i cry.
he asked me : so why should i continue funding your education?

my heart said: cos if u dont no one else would
my brain said: shut the fuck up

its happening guys.
to those guys in school who read this, ian peggy. this could well be my last semester in NUS.
to my homies who i hang with every day. i probably would need a job soon. wont have the kind of support to chill with you guys, club, dota, eat, shit.

i've prepared myself mentally since i was 18 to be denied a university education. today i was gonna say it. but i couldnt do it in front of my mom. not her. so i just listened to her advice, and let the storm blow itself out. too bad. the storms out and my hut has collapsed.

how poignant was it to have a storm for the duration of that conversation? no more, no less.