Eventhough i always had a thing for my own people, namely, Indians. I wish i would never marry a full, thoroughly bred Indian because then i would see the same pattern i see in my own and in my sis' home recreated in mine. I would never allow that.

The typical fatherly figure who act all big because the home is the only place he can actually feel that way because his existence means shit to this world. Stop watching this stupid Indian flicks, dad. It damages your brain and fills your heart with hopes of daughters who cook, clean and study without a strand of hair getting misplaced from the well oiled braid that stinks. With hopes of sons, who die and kills for you. Who can bring a total of 65 men into a state of KO with the stunts and still look composed. Snap out of it. That's not the real world. Ok, so you switch to another channel. The horror, you switch to Crime Watch. Now, u gonna think that your daughter's gonna get raped every freaking day and ur son's gonna get slaughtered and left in the middle of Orchard Road. A possibility but not every single motherfucking day.

And mum. Can u pls freaking stop it? Not everyday's freaking Oprah. I come back from school, u complain about how unfair the world is.I come back from clubbing, u say the same thing. I come back from Mama shop. Wake up ur idea mum. I dun freaking give a half fuck.

I was sick. Wanted to stay over in Tampines. U told me to come back because Dad's op was tomorrow. I came back, u said some shit about u not being able to take the pressure and want to run away. What triggered it? When u said that i dun look that sick. and i said, yeah, tht's what medicine is for. MUM?!? what's wrong with you? it doesn't tally. Medicine and running away?
Whatever.
I am not gonna just take it in like last time. U spew nonsense, i go to my room. U talk sense, i'll talk to you.k?