All I wanted was someone to play pool with.

I ended up having dinner at siam kitchen @ bugis. I ate while she watched and waited patiently for me to finish up so that dessert could be served. How was I to know that the serving portion for dessert was actually enough for 2? I had unknowingly ordered 2 plates of banana fritters with vanilla ice cream, which was enough to make us feel so gorged, no less. It was a rip-off. $4-90 for a plate of banana fritters??? But... because they were abso-fucking-lutely yummy, I shall not complain.

After dinner, we travelled from bugis, all the way back to bukit timah for pool. Cheap mah.

Okay, so I had a good time. Nothing can go wrong when this selenge here has the luxury of good food and company.

Anyways, back to the dilemma. I'm not so sure if I should bring the diploma up to my dad when he comes back tomorrow. I am positive he will be all for it. But. You see, there has to be a but to it. My dad, is rather predictable. No doubt, he has always been supportive of what I'm interested in. Be it sports or in the area of academics. No matter how much he wishes to give me all of his blessings, there will always be an anti-climax, "tanya mama" (translated: ask your mother). It's frustrating, okay. Unfortunately for me, I've never been given the liberty of making my own decisions pertaining to the path of education which I wish to undertake. So, whenever I relent to my dad's instructions of "tanya mama", more often than not, I'd end up with a straight NO. Despite knowing the possible outcome, I shall just try my luck when my dad comes home from work tomorrow. If "tanya mama" comes around, I can kiss goodbye to the diploma and possibly James Cook University.

Such injustice.

Okay fine, I'll stop being melodramatic. But really lah, it's not all false pathos, you know. I've been suppressing this angst for far too long. I am really hoping that people do not mistake my silence as my weakness. I can no longer just sit and watch other people (and not me), make decisions for me which will affect my life, whether in a detrimental way or not. It is about time I stand up for myself. But what if she says NO again? I can't possibly enrol for the course just like that. If she says no, my dad will also say no. This means that there will be no one to pay for the course. Maybe I should just put my desire to be in the tourism industry on hold, or should I? Haiyaaaah. So leceh.