Well today was a very bad day for me. I mean I am really very upset with Man United's loss to Liverpool. I really have no mood to talk to anyone or even joke about. I mean it may sound really dumb to be feeling soo dejected due to an EPL game but well, I have fanatics around what. So you can imagine. That Prawn Sandwich asshole irked me with his FB status. Like really pissed off. I went to watch the match at Harry's bar (the one at Esplanade) with a group of 10 people. So there was this particular guy who doesn't watch soccer but he decided to support Liverpool because apparently Man United fans get into car accidents and he hates them. I was like "WTF". So I was really annoyed. I mean I didn't want to appear like a pathetic sore loser Man United fan by reacting to this silly taunts but well you should be driving one to their limits right ? But yet I still maintained my composure. I didn't react a single bit. But I'm sad la. Really disappointed with Moyesy's team selection, annoying transfer saga (I can't wait for it to end this Monday at 11pm - fucking annoyed to listen to shit-ass stories about our potential buys and all), the heavy dependency on RVP, the MF's inability to fucking take shots from outside the 25 yard line (only Nani had the guts to do it today) and so on. Really depressed and I swear I teared when they lost cos I felt it deep down inside my heart. Really disappointing. So I have no mood at all .... and then Dad came home a while ago and had some conversation with me and I decided to blog about it because I don't want to forget it.




Daddy and the baby me. I miss being a kid sia. Seriously.

So Dad came home and he was like talking as usual. I mean alot of people know that I always stay up and wait until he returns home for some reasons. So he was talking as usual and then I realised that Dad hide a certain something from us. I mean apparently his company is yet to pay him his salary and he was upset. I mean the funniest thing is, Dad never like openly talk about his problems and the only time he opens up is when he is drunk. So I was listening to him and I felt really sad because he never actually told us this problem because he didn't want us to worry about it. I don't know ... but that was really upsetting. I mean, he was trying to solve things like a Man but well, as his daughter, I really feel sad that he has to undergo a problem and I happen to be unaware of all this things ... and then he moved on to the next topic.

I mean unknown to many, I had a heart-to-heart talk to my Dad about my future/marriage. I mean one day out of the blue I just told him I wanted to talk to him about my future and he got scared ! HAHAHA. So I told him not to rush me for a marriage because my goal is totally different and I can't see myself settling down without fulfilling my goals and he understood and he told me that he won't force me and will only talk about it until I introduce my life partner to him. Hahhaa. So that is like settled. So anyways I went off the tangent. Hahaha, let me come back to the topic. Dad was talking about my fear of cockroaches.

YES COCKROACHES ! My Dad was like asking me why was I so afraid of cockroaches and that I shouldn't be afraid of them. So I told him that I couldn't help it because I don't know why I was so afraid of them. Then I told him that I was gonna write in to Town Council about the cockroach problem in my area. I mean I swear every single time the Lift A (the one that gets to my place) is infested with cockroaches - especially when it is after midnight. For some reason those bitches invade the lift at that period of the day. So I always take the Lift B and alight at the 11th floor and walk all the way down and climb up to the 12th floor. Soo annoying because I hate to walk pass about 7 houses to get to my place. So when I told him that I was going to complain to Town Council, he laughed at me. That's when he told me that earlier into the day he killed 2 cockroaches in that lift all for me. I mean he knew I was going out and he left before me and he saw 2 cockroaches in that lift and so he killed them for me because he knew I was going to use that lift in 5 minutes time. I swear I couldn't control my tears. I mean ... that is LOVE. You know purest form of LOVE. LOVE with no betrayal attached. LOVE with no ulterior motives. LOVE that came from the heart which loved me with no boundaries. So as he was talking about it, I was trying to bite my tongue as hard as I could just to control my tears. Well it works for me.

And he was talking about standing up for yourself. My Dad is a very simple guy - definitely not the sophisticated type. So he was telling me never to be brow-beaten. He was telling me that I should fight when I know I am in the right instead of to suck up to the "giants" out of fear. I could relate to it because I had always believed in standing up for myself because right at this juncture, I am fighting for something that I truly believe in. Am I not ?. Haha. So my Dad asked me, "what would you do if a girl slaps you ?". So I replied saying I would slap back. I mean I am not joking but I can never tolerate any jack ass hitting me. Only my parents have the liberty to lay their hands on me and I know that my parents don't do it. So I don't think any one has the right o ever raise their hands on me. So even at this juncture, I would proudly claim that I would hit any jack ass that lays his/her hand on me. But maybe only once in my life I ever retracted that position / belief of mine. That one day I got beaten up (because of an asshole) but till now I don't regret not hitting that person. I mean that one and only reason why I never hit that person back is because of love. So well ... hahaha beliefs changes when you're up against love right ? :P ! So Dad's advice - "never ever be brow-beaten. If any ass hits you, you hit back. Why fear ?. When you fear, you give them the power to hurt you and never ever let them abuse you" (exact words from Dad - no editing was done).

So at this juncture, I just want to remind myself that I need to achieve it for him. I mean this is my Dad's dream. He wanted excellence but he never had that opportunity. But at the same time, he never forced me to fulfill his dreams. I am doing it just for him. Well, I know how badly he wanted some stuff - so I would make sure I achieve it for him. So during my convocation, as I stride in that graduation robes with that awesome scroll, I would shed a tear, a joyful one as a sign of dedication for him and hold my head up high and walk with that pride, that moment where I know I did it for him. You know, the fruits of your labour are extra sweeter when you know you did it for someone else. You know Dad, you have given me so much of hard life lessons - some are extra painful and I know that I am ever so ready to battle it out just for you. I just can't wait. I have planned out a list of things and I know I should be getting closer to fulfilling them because I am driven by love to achieve them all. Love from my Dad, my Mom, my brother, my late chinnamma, my mutti, my aunties, uncles, friends, well-wishers, random strangers and so on. Love is a very powerful tool. Although this journey - my journey was ridiculously hard and is fraught with a gargantuan amount of obstacles, I know that I have the power of love to spur me on to achieve it. So Vitz, this is to remind you - you may be different from others. Well everyone have a different variation of their own goals and achievements. So never compromise your goals for anyone. You wasted so much time and you need to expedite the process even more now. So remember, you're doing it for your LOVED ONES. So focus. Remember ah, don't die with regrets.


Like I said, LOVE is a powerful tool. Don't misuse it.

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

Undergrad (Psychology)

Manchester United

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