I Can't Breath Right Now

I wonder whether it's the oxygen level in the room dropping or maybe some people that is existing in the world that is using up wasting all the oxygen.

I don't know anymore.

I don't want to know anymore.

I couldn't stand and tolerate people that well, not anymore. Used to be, but not anymore. Tired of all the drama, tired of all the excuses, tired of all the boosting, tired of all the masking and acting. I'm sick and tired of being this sick and tired too.

Esther didn't said it wrongly at any point, she does grow up and mature faster than me, she will have that phase before I will have to face mine with a gap of a year to 2 years. I still remember how I adviced her on personal relationships and the socializing techniques, but now she is the one listening me ranting to the same problem that she faced one year ago.

"You don't have to label all the relationships you have in your life, you know?" she said.

It's true, I know it's true.

That's it, I don't think my internship in an event company will be any of the pleasent memories I will obtain by next year. 

Maybe I started of with a wrong foot. 

Mid Term Break is Over

My mid term break is officially over.

It only seemed like 3 days long, a weekend long.
Have a list of task piling up right behind.

Tomorrow is hello script writing.
The day after tomorrow is marketing mid term exam and an interview with the internship company.
The day after the day after tomorrow is decoration time!

So hello again, reality.

-TBC-

Hello Reality

Hello hello to the reality, I'm back and have to face you again. Despite how much I hated you, but I have no choice but to embrace you.

Nothing is right at the moment.

Travelling to Phuket with email checking all the time to follow up. That's reponsibility, I'm not complaining. 

It's just that reality sucks.

A lot.

Quick Packing Technique

I found out I got this special skill today.

I am going to travel to Thailand today and I packed my stuff in 30 minutes. That is like 5 minutes of bag packing, 10 minutes of passport searching, 5 minutes of personal care products packing, 5 minutes of songs transfer and 5 minutes of bag relocation.

I didn't know I can be so effective. Lol.

Will be back on Sunday.

I <3>

My Mother's Day with The Man

It supposed to be a celebration for my mother.

I think I ruined it, big time. I can't communicate with my father. Because to him, he is always right and if he is wrong he is way too old to change.

WTF.

That's the only three words I can think of right now. We had a dinner at SS15 steamboat there, the favourite hang out spot of Esther. For the 1st time in my entire life, my dad made me cry in public.

This is how you descirbe my dad in three simple words. Self-Centered Egoistic Bastard. 

You know I don't usually use words that harsh on anyone. He had broke the record. A round applause please people. He cannot jealous over why all of his children communicate well with my mother. Because he just do not know how to listen.

Major communication breakdown factor number 1. For a dad that is living in the world for almost half of his life, I have no idea why he couldn't listen to people. If he ever accept the fact that he do not accept other peoples' opinions, is also not his fault, he is too old to change this habit of his. 

I know he loves us. I really do. I know he care about us. I know he do. But he sucks for not being communicatable and not being an understanding father. 

He is very old school. Too old school that I cannot stand anymore. He is the man that cannot tolerate male for wearing pink clothes, the man that have to be right all the time, the man that work so hard, feed the children and then will wait for the children to get married and have grandchildren for him to entertained with. 

The man that won't listen.

I'd gone completely fed up with this already.

All the children in this family have no problem communicating with my mum, for that I truly respect my mum. It is always my fault that I cannot accept how he is. 

This is not the 1st time, it is not the third time. It's the 5th time. Everytime I would like to try to let him know what I think about him, what I hope he do better and how I respect him for being so dedicated. It will ended up talking about his parents and being my fault on whatever point I gave.

He might not aware of the advancement of time. How people teach children last time cannot apply in the 21th centuries anymore.

You know the feeling that despite the fact that you are living in the same house, under the same roof but you feel like you only rent the room? That's exactly how I feel.

Frustrating, but I don't think I am going to try anymore.

Sorry dad, I love you. But you suck.

*Frankie J - Don't wanna try*