March 29

All form of rebellions starts from somewhere whether it is accepting the friendly voice that advices you to go and steal from your friend or the cunning voice that tells you to jump from a cliff.

For me, three years ago was the beginning. It was my first time of standing in the side of God in front of Dad. It was also the day I felt learnt how to boil hot water without burning my fingers. I can't really remember whether the rain was falling at that point or whether it had stopped falling but I know that everywhere was cold. Not the kind of cold that has to deal with hard feelings but the kind of cold you would associate with the weather because of the rain. Dad had just came back from work and he was not in a real good mood because he kept on complaining about a board meeting that did not end well. Mum on the other hand was in the kitchen trying to prepare tea for Danny. 

Although I tried my hardest to make Dad feel better, he just couldn't follow my flow. He was