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Monday, July 30, 2007
Funeral for a Love that's gone dead
(the last Goodbye)
Adults never understand, do they.
Maybe.. maybe not adults. That’s generalisation. History teachers a la Latifa~ and veronica Tan never encourage generalisation.
It’s too vauge, henceforth we learn to elaborate.
Make clear a point and support it w evidence. Third step explain.
Nope this’s not history lecture notes.
Nope I’m not albeit wrong up there.
Hey look, I love my parents.!
Ugh. Like no way.
Love, those two bloodied ___ of a lifetime?!
I don’t suppose.. I’d love f*ed up adults, who only insist on controlling my life, and laying out my pretty little path in life for me, much not to my appreciation?
Oh and look, the path’s more like a one-way street. Perfectly drawn out, so prim and proper, so neatly planned it seems flawless.
Except it lacks a little two somethings, namely freedom + love?
Nah, but that never matters does it!
Quoth my precious parents, “ since when do YOU decide.”
Point gotten. I’m the bird, they’re my owners and life revolves around me being shut up in a piece of netted wire every day.
Hey daddy and mummy, I appreciate that! :B (gives corny smile)
I love the way I’m forced into doing things I don’t like. I love the way I’m always the F*ing rebellious daughter who never fails to enger her dearest papa.
Like wow, I love the way you guys practically hurl words at me.
Quote again (if you please), “i regret having a daughter like you”.
Quote V2, “ you really disappoint us”
Oh the horror!
No look, that’s not the climax.
Wait, wait. There’s more.
You know why (in the dimwitted, intellectually-challenged mind of my momma and papa) I’m not leaving CCH?
Apparently.. I’m too arrogant.
So goes the arrogant little girl, with her nose stuck high up in the air, skipping off to some junior college, to apply for their lovely programme, because it’s all part of her perfect foolproof plan to show the school how smart she really is!
Z.
Daddy reckons I’m refusing to go to VJC now because I wanto show them I passed and aced their pathetic entry test, but I’m rejecting their offer now ‘cause it’s all part pf a plot to humiliate the school, and prove to the world that,
oh god I’m so smart I even rejected VJC! I pwnass bigtime, yo!
Ha, ha, ha.
How amusing daddy you didn’t actually have to pen a riddle of your own.
Ey, there’s part two of their humorous assumptions!
I’m not leaving, why because I have a boyfriend here, in CCHMS!
Oh my—
How ridiculous can they allow themselves to get, ha ha.
Papa, as far as I know, I haven’t been in a BGR for quite the long while.
Oh but telling you all this wont work, will it ever?
Afterall I’m just your rebellious daughter you so regret conceiving, just because she doesn’t listen to you this time!
(in mock horror) à O:
You regret having me as a daughter.
Because I rah-fuzzedd (refused in the dramaqueen version ha) to head over to VJ, because I love CCH, because I love the people here, Because I like school life (despite a certain DM ha ha) and BECAUSE being in the team makes me feel like I’m really appreciated, that I truly belong here?
Is it wrong to feel this way?
Is it wrong, to want to decide what I really want in life this time?
Maybe me- the oh-o-obedient daughter wants to say something now.
maybe she’s already fourteen, not four and she wants to have a choice!
Is all this so wrong?
Does it create a big, gaping hole in your perfectly planned out path for me, like how a great big drop of black ink penetrates through a perfectly clean sheet of white paper?
You know what.
It’s not like I enjoy coming home every night.
Your “love” and “concern” for a daugher’s just a whole damn load of f*ing bullsh*t. If it’s a yearn to control and repress me, then so be it.
Stop telling me stuff on how to live my life.
I’m sick, and tired of you both.
This cage.
This life, this jail.
Don’t you think, that it hurts?
You want me to go, then so be it.
Yeah, I’ll sign the letter.
I’ll go, I’ll go.
I’ll do everything that you guys say.
From now on, you play the role of perfect parent. I’ll play the role of perfect child.
Excuse me but I don’t think I even feel like belonging here.
Oh, I’m so sorry, perfect daughters don’t really know how to love their perfect parents. Perhaps, you guys didn’t include this in the list of things you’ve penned for me to do.?
:B (corny smile #2)
Goodbye!♥
(the last Goodbye)
Adults never understand, do they.
Maybe.. maybe not adults. That’s generalisation. History teachers a la Latifa~ and veronica Tan never encourage generalisation.
It’s too vauge, henceforth we learn to elaborate.
Make clear a point and support it w evidence. Third step explain.
Nope this’s not history lecture notes.
Nope I’m not albeit wrong up there.
Hey look, I love my parents.!
Ugh. Like no way.
Love, those two bloodied ___ of a lifetime?!
I don’t suppose.. I’d love f*ed up adults, who only insist on controlling my life, and laying out my pretty little path in life for me, much not to my appreciation?
Oh and look, the path’s more like a one-way street. Perfectly drawn out, so prim and proper, so neatly planned it seems flawless.
Except it lacks a little two somethings, namely freedom + love?
Nah, but that never matters does it!
Quoth my precious parents, “ since when do YOU decide.”
Point gotten. I’m the bird, they’re my owners and life revolves around me being shut up in a piece of netted wire every day.
Hey daddy and mummy, I appreciate that! :B (gives corny smile)
I love the way I’m forced into doing things I don’t like. I love the way I’m always the F*ing rebellious daughter who never fails to enger her dearest papa.
Like wow, I love the way you guys practically hurl words at me.
Quote again (if you please), “i regret having a daughter like you”.
Quote V2, “ you really disappoint us”
Oh the horror!
No look, that’s not the climax.
Wait, wait. There’s more.
You know why (in the dimwitted, intellectually-challenged mind of my momma and papa) I’m not leaving CCH?
Apparently.. I’m too arrogant.
So goes the arrogant little girl, with her nose stuck high up in the air, skipping off to some junior college, to apply for their lovely programme, because it’s all part of her perfect foolproof plan to show the school how smart she really is!
Z.
Daddy reckons I’m refusing to go to VJC now because I wanto show them I passed and aced their pathetic entry test, but I’m rejecting their offer now ‘cause it’s all part pf a plot to humiliate the school, and prove to the world that,
oh god I’m so smart I even rejected VJC! I pwnass bigtime, yo!
Ha, ha, ha.
How amusing daddy you didn’t actually have to pen a riddle of your own.
Ey, there’s part two of their humorous assumptions!
I’m not leaving, why because I have a boyfriend here, in CCHMS!
Oh my—
How ridiculous can they allow themselves to get, ha ha.
Papa, as far as I know, I haven’t been in a BGR for quite the long while.
Oh but telling you all this wont work, will it ever?
Afterall I’m just your rebellious daughter you so regret conceiving, just because she doesn’t listen to you this time!
(in mock horror) à O:
You regret having me as a daughter.
Because I rah-fuzzedd (refused in the dramaqueen version ha) to head over to VJ, because I love CCH, because I love the people here, Because I like school life (despite a certain DM ha ha) and BECAUSE being in the team makes me feel like I’m really appreciated, that I truly belong here?
Is it wrong to feel this way?
Is it wrong, to want to decide what I really want in life this time?
Maybe me- the oh-o-obedient daughter wants to say something now.
maybe she’s already fourteen, not four and she wants to have a choice!
Is all this so wrong?
Does it create a big, gaping hole in your perfectly planned out path for me, like how a great big drop of black ink penetrates through a perfectly clean sheet of white paper?
You know what.
It’s not like I enjoy coming home every night.
Your “love” and “concern” for a daugher’s just a whole damn load of f*ing bullsh*t. If it’s a yearn to control and repress me, then so be it.
Stop telling me stuff on how to live my life.
I’m sick, and tired of you both.
This cage.
This life, this jail.
Don’t you think, that it hurts?
You want me to go, then so be it.
Yeah, I’ll sign the letter.
I’ll go, I’ll go.
I’ll do everything that you guys say.
From now on, you play the role of perfect parent. I’ll play the role of perfect child.
Excuse me but I don’t think I even feel like belonging here.
Oh, I’m so sorry, perfect daughters don’t really know how to love their perfect parents. Perhaps, you guys didn’t include this in the list of things you’ve penned for me to do.?
:B (corny smile #2)
Goodbye!♥
Labels: I'm into worshipping my parents.
posted by Shumin Tifani # 7/30/2007 06:14:00 PM 
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