The BIG P


Parents. = irritating
To me.
How much of us do they know? How much of them do we know?

I always wanted to personally sign my parents up for ‘parenting teens and young adults’ courses. In my opinion, they really need it. Didn’t they ever look at their parents and say ‘I never want to do that to my child’? or are they just too caught up with work they can’t see past their parents parenting methods?

Don’t they ever wonder why all their scolding’s and naggings don’t make us any better? Don’t they ever stop and wonder whether their parenting methods are effective?
How about their toooo strict rules? Some too outdated to be enforced.

You have a problem with me sleeping at past 12 everyday? Why must I wake up at 8am? Why must you plan things for me to do? why won’t you let me go out at night?
You say I rebel?......poof...why don’t YOU stop and figure out why I do wat i do?
Better yet,
Why don’t you just LEAVE ME TO DO WHAT I LIKE AT WHATEVER TIME I DECIDE? Whose life is it? Definitely not yours.

It’s not like I want you to completely get your hook of me. All I want is a little space for me to breathe. Yes, you read me right. I think you’re suffocating me.

I’ll still let you control how much time I spend out of the house and in the house. I let you control what I can eat and what I can refuse to eat, which basically is nothing. I let you control my allowance, it’s your money and I respect that.

Why do you want to control my finer things in life at present? No where is it written that we must sleep before 12 and wake up by 8. Let me sleep whatever time I like. Fine if you want me to wake up early, 9 is still bright. Do not bother how much sleep I get, it’s not like I’d complain and be a zombie whole day. I know you care, but don’t force your way of living down my throat.

Do not complain if I do not do the things you planned for me, they’re seldom anything I have in mind. I know what I should brush up on. I don’t need you to tell me that. Just let me do it when I want to. It does not matter how much of it I do in a day. It’s my holidays and I’ll work at my own pace.

The masterpiece, the heart and the soul are all a parcel. Anything done without the complete power of 3 proves futile.

And for once, be quiet when we talk. Give us a chance to state our defence. Don’t jump to conclusions and don’t make assumptions. It’s my greatest dislike about you. Remember, you’re not always right. Neither is anything you didn’t do during your childhood, wrong. We’re just different. And we live in different eras. Peeking out of your shell is good once in awhile.

I love you, but I long for my space. You can’t keep me forever.

Dear Friend,

Are we just classmates?
Just friends, attached only through work and assignments?
Do we not have anything else in common?
Is our believe and character the only thing we share?
Do I mean more than a pal to you?

Would you be jealous if I were closer to the new girl?
Would you hate me if I didn’t call you anymore?
We used to talk everyday
Why’s it only work we talk about?

Is it you or me us?
Am I scared of you?
Of how we’d be if we shared our heart,
If we spoke our mind?
If we talked on life and love
And everything under the sun?

p/s: I love you more than just a classmate would
I long for a piece of you
Just like how I have a piece of Them.

oh no!



blogspot's fonts are sooooooo limited!...and to top it all i can't copy and paste the exact post from Word to thie page.! (dolphin's exasperated)



i feel downgraded....it isn't suppose to be this way!