I would die for you...


We all have had our share of fallouts with our parents right? Many of us are more or less linked with fallouts with our mom (majority) in this fast-paced lifestyle. We fight, but not the good fight. Honestly, there aren't many filial sons and daughters out there. They're very scarce, like an oasis blanketed by the abundance of sand. I myself daresay that my fallouts during my younger years were very horrifying to behold. I did things that hurt her, brought her nothing but tears of pain and an unquestionable credibility of her being a good or bad parent. See? Now I suppose some might wonder why the url blindbrickhome is being used. I told a friend that it was a combination of three inspirational songs.


Lifehouse-Blind, Ben Folds Five-Brick, Michael Buble-Home


Now when I look back at it, it doesn't really make much sense. My mom practically drowns me in her love; only reason for me holding back was because my friends blinded me. Mom's a brick; she drowns me in my sea of shame and embarrassment amongst my friends. Peer pressure that time was pretty much the "in" thing. The only reason I have a home is because that's where the most inspirational and touching adage manifests itself. "A family that eats together stays together." Wherever I am, whatever I do, it all has to return to square one.

Yes, there were fights. It wasn't all lovey-dovey 24/7 but we managed. I hate to swim in the Ocean of Self-Pity; it's so dark, depressing, cold and stirs inferiority in my confidence. Cheers!

p/s: No parent would ever want to torture the child extravagantly; unless you asked for it or it's for your own good...