Thursday, August 30, 2007

my parents

My parents. what can i say about them? lets start with my dad.

dear old dad. k. he's not THAT old. but to me, he is. =] He? haha... hanging out with him is like being queen of the day. You eat good food, you will go watch a movie, go shopping, he doesnt mind buying what we say we want.( not that i said i wanted a lot of things=p) hang out with my dad, you will have a blast.

My mom. She isn't 'easy on the cash' like my dad. She buys us stuff, really, she does, but well.... lets just say she is a wise shopper. I can tell her many things. If it is about my friends, well, i label them as angie=apple. brenda=banana. like that. =D She gives me advice , some may not follow mine, but still, it gives me another point of view of the situation.

But there's one thing that both my parents have in common that i dont like. my curriculum. it was actually my studies, but now, it is more of my curriculum. I learned my lesson to always DONT mention anything thats got to do aith curriculum with my parents.

For instance, my dad. He was lecturing me bout my curriculum(groans)
and then i said, hey, maybe next year i wanna join editorial board. instead of telling me finally you joining a useful club or something, no. he lectured saying, 'you think it is that easy to join?? Can you write very well? ' in an angry tone. Why cant he encourage me or something. being tear down by my own dad. well, I GUESS it is not THAT suprising.

my mom. i told her i wanna join interact. How sad that i dunno the danger and the lecture that i was walking into. then, the lecture started. urgh... she lecture me sayin 'isn't it a little too late? next year you're form 3, last time ask you to join cheerleading you didn't want to, join band you didn't want to........' Cant she just understand that is just not me?? whats the point of joining clubs i'm not passionate about. Seeing, hearing my parents tear me down like that...... it hurts.

They are suppose to be my parents, aren't they suppose to be my wall and support me or something?? what happen to that wall?? instead, they HELP me tear down that wall instead. it hurts so badly to know your parents aren't supporting you.

it hurts.

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