There's never an appropriate time to tell father something. It is always so hard to have a conversation with father when I'm going to tell him something that he doesnt want to hear.

Everything that I had painstakingly rebuilt with my old man would probably be thrown into the gutter. Yep. Deja vu.

Sometimes, I do loathe myself. Why not just buckle under the pressure? Let the old man win for once. Do I have to be so defiant every now and then? So unfilial. So wilful. So obstinate. So whatever.

Oh well.

Sigh...