There are things that we all know are true, but we will never admit to it. There are skeletons in all our closets, but we pretend that we can face the daylight every morning. Aren't we all illusionists?

I create a world where I can live in because I need it to sustain myself. I create the illusion of support from people I know I will never get it from. I create the illusion of strong friendships when I know they are fragile. I create the illusion of family when I know eventually we face our own loneliness. I create the illusion of happiness because it's my life's pursuit. I create the illusion of safety, of peace, of harmony, of trust, of confidence- because I am not willing to face my fears directly- that I am not secure, I do not feel stable, I need harmony, I don't know whom to trust, and I am not confident. I am a big believer that ignorance is bliss, and the irony is I also believe self-induced ignorance can be bliss.

Eventually when you dig into every single person it is a tiring myriad of problems. You open one door and you are led deeper and darker into an abyss of loneliness, sadness and uncertainties. Everyone has loved deeply, been hurt deeply, and longs to love again somehow. It is easy to fall in love, it is not easy to stay in love or be faithful. It is easy to believe that you can be different, it is not easy to realise the humanity and flaws that you have, that we are all no different from the other- skin for skin, hurt for hurts. Every morning we create our own illusions to have enough courage to live for the day. Some try to lose weight, some dress better, some gossip- and it is all the same, it is to create the illusion of confidence or power so that you have the strength for the day.

If my bubble gets burst I will blow it up again. If someone interferes with my balance I will fight to stabilise it again. If someone crushes my dreams, dashes my hopes, wrecks my body- I will find someone to love again, to dream, to hope to build my body up again with.

Have you heard the Rocky Balboa story? I remember it being told in church before. You get hit, you get up again. You get hit, you get up again. And you can keep on getting hit in life until your mouth's filled with spit and blood and your body and mind and soul is bruised. But just before the last punch that's meant to send your grave, I swear you WILL get up again.

I will.

I LOVE YOU, MOSES LEW KAI JIN.

You have made everything possible.

You have improved my life.

You have been my crying shoulder.

You have been my pillar of strength.

You have made me find my way amongst the desert.

You have accepted me for what I could not accept of myself.

You have proved that there is such a thing as the right one.

You have been the reward of the pain and the complications and the hurts.

Thank you for holding my hand and walking through the darkness with me.

I think we will make it.

HE is the one man who has stayed in my life from beginning until today, purely by choice.

HE is the man who has seen his daughter in her ugliest states, with bad breath, on bad hair days, seen the ugly parts of her character that slip through, and still love her.

HE is the man who is always silent, but in the silence is the strength- to believe in a marriage, a family, a woman, far from perfect, to have the resilience to hold on despite how insane things became, and to have the faith to believe that life will turn out fine.

HE is the man who has never revealed a shred of his emotion- his tears and fears are hidden behind a perfectly stoic mask and steel voice, and regardless of the monsters that plague him, wakes up every morning to masquerade ease.

HE is the man who always reminded me of my worth even when it was unbelievable to convince myself of it, who has constantly reiterated that if a man loves me he will love me as well as my Father and better, who has dreams for me that I don't even dare whisper.

HE has never stopped believing in me.

HE is the most important man in my life. I love my Dad.

And for all the times that I was embarrassed to hold my Father's hand in public, to watch the countless movies in a hip place like Cineleisure, all the times he has suddenly shown up while I was with my friends and left all of us in awkward limbo, or other flaws he has (nobody's perfect), he has more than made up for it with the way he has chosen to stick with a broken family and do all he can do to piece it back up.

Very few men would have chosen to stay with a woman when the logical decision would have been to leave.

Very few men would concede that love isn't the crazy rush and easy days, it is also sticking with the mundane, the tedious, the quarrels, the unreasonable and the depressing, the hopeless and the pain and the dirt.

I am PROUD of my Dad, HONOURED to have a Father like him, and INSPIRED with the decisions he has made.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY.

Miracles do exist!

Module: BUSINESS STATISTICS 1

Marks: 54

Grade: PA