yeap, at night, yours truly lives on!
with regard to my previous post, yes i live to fight another day. basically the whole thing was based around a tiff with my old man about my schooling. i wanted to transfer from a junior college to a polytechnic to do mass communications since i kinda like writing and advertising. but then that geezer had to come put me down..." you're good for nothing" "you're not creative" "you think you're smart?" "you're not a hands-on person, you hate maths, what else can you do?" "you think you're so smart go feed yourself and move out, pay your own darned school fees". if anyone had parents from the 7th level of infernal suffering it'll be yours truly. what kind of damned father despises his own son? well i think i know myself darned better than anyone, i know what my strengths and weaknesses are. i feel like telling him with your kind of attitude the modern world would never have come about. but for some miraculous reason i was silent, probably resigned to the fact that no matter what i say that stuborn, self-rightous mule would still stick to his own perception of things. anyway, things have sorta cooled off now. but i'm still pissed about the fact that he so damned undermines me.