Yesterday was a public holiday and I attended my cousin's wedding in JB. She went to Japan since she was 18 and she met a guy and they got married. It's kinda cool cause I've never been to a wedding where the bride and groom were of different races and cultures. The groom's brother-in-law's this guy from Holland and my god, you should have seen how their kids looked like! They are SO handsome and beautiful, I mean, for real! I think they have migrated to Australia. Anyway, I had fun and I definitely wanted them to be happy. They are going backpacking in India for their honeymoon.






My doubts were confirmed; my dad IS having some kind of an affair with his colleague, a married woman.

I can't say if I'm super surprised cause I knew something was up for the longest time and I couldn't do anything. I've met that woman many times and it was always when my dad was picking me up from school or most recently, from my medical checkup. Somehow he knew I'd keep this little secret from my mum/anyone else. I knew in my core their relationship was not at all platonic, they called each other and chatted on the phone whenever they could, even in front of the children and they worked together 24/7. My mum has been working for as long as I could remember and I know how lonely dad could be but that certainly didn't warrant infidelity. Besides, my mum's working her ass off for this bloody family, this bloody man who could care about nothing but his own.

I can't lie that the family is going well, with debts and hostile feelings that rose once in a while, causing some very great damage and with people who didn't care a shit for anyone, it's not nice at all. It hasn't been nice for a while. And now, that fucking man has to be fucking someone else's wife, not that I really know of. I don't know if they had sex or anything and it's just disgusting.

I checked his outbox cause he was constantly sending her SMSes and just when he thought he was smart to clear his inbox, he forgot his outbox. He called her 'Dear', something he also called my mum. One of the message went like this: "Dear, I miss you so much...I'm in JB now."

God, what am I to think? I can't confront him nor can I keep quiet. I hated him, long before I knew about this torrid affair. I hated how he always put himself first, with the house and then the new car and now this woman.

This is so FUCKING WRONG and SO DAMN FUCKING DISGUSTING..I had to pretend I know nothing of this affair and my dad has been doing such a brilliant job at hiding and pretending I could no longer stand him. I could no longer treat him the way I do.

I have lost yet another part of the family.

Dear faithfuls...
2nd week of school filled with hellish lectures and tutorials have ended. And sometimes, I walked away from these lectures feeling dumber than when I went in. Take last Friday's Mircoeconmic lecture for instance. The lesson just dragged on and on and everyone was very nearly dying. What's more it was the last lecture of the day, everyone just wanna get out and get home and get into bed!! Anyway, since I had to go through all my notes anyway, I seemed to might have figure the whole Demand & Supply thing. Well, moving on...

Freudian Slip...on Sunday
Apparently, my mum lost her job when one of her customer returned with a complaint letter and court threat. He/she was diagnosed with food poisioning after eating at my mum's stall...so her boss showed my mum the complaint letter and asked about her plans. As usual, thanks to my mum's temper, she decided to quit her job on the spot and now, she's stay-home mum.

Anyway, I accidentately told her about how this course at TP isn't quite what I wanted to do cause for starters, my passion was never about food nor hosptiality. It was writing. It was always writing. But of course, she didn't understand and got it the wrong way. I told her if I had to choose between working and studying, i would ultimately choose the latter, which spurred to make her think that I'm not committed to poly life. I told her I didn't have much of a choice to begin with. And she questioned my motives which got me a little on edge and pissed.

4 years ago, I would have cried tears of joy if I were to get into TP. 4 years now, I'm having difficulties adapting. Now I know it's really hard to be doing something that you're not passionate about...but nevertheless, I'm gotten do my best and whatever I humanly can here in TP, and hopefully graduate.

Friends in my class are real cool, generous and pretty helpful. I couldn't get into the portal so I couldn't print my lecture notes and I was really glad that there are people out there who are willing to help. Thanks Guys! As far as I can tell, they are highly motivated and cooperative when it comes to projects/group work which is good...cause I kinda had enough of having to do everything on my own.