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Friday, September 12, 2008, 11:59 PM
You know im such a fool for you
Mom. Your world is different from mine, you come from a world where work and studying is the key essentials to life, where everything is organized and one thing out of places spells hell for you, a world where things are planned and approved long before they take place, a world where perfection is key to survival, a world of paranoia and suspicion where only you are right and everyone else is wrong. Thats not the world i live in, Mom. I live in a world of freedom, beauty, truth and love, i live in a world where people have their say in everything, a world where people have their rights, where authority is replaced with fairness and understanding, not some unreasonable unexplainable bind of "law" where there is no explanation given for why or what makes the law so. You call freedom the gift to ask permission, i say thats bullocks. Whats the point in giving a bird wings if you're only going to cage it up? You call that freedom? Your obsession with everything around you gets the better of you, you think everyone's planning to go against you, you think the world is filled with conspiracies from observing something completely unrelated to that matter. Your Assumptions make no sense to me. Your assumptions of conspiracies will drive you crazy, probably already has. Grow up and stop thinking this world is evil and bad, i see no point in your disapproval of me staying over, i'd be able to get more work done at her place than at home, the only explanation i can gather is that you just don't like her. I trust her more than i'd ever trust you. You cant even trust that i'd do nothing to bash her modesty? You tell me you cant trust me, but you'll never learn to trust me if you dont start trusting me. And you'll never see my logic unless you listen. So do me a favour mom and grow up, grow up and get out of that world you're living in. This world's not cut out to be what its supposed to so just accept things as they come, im no longer a kid, i havent been so for a long time, i trust my own judgment of my decisions more than yours. And stop being childish, taking things to the extreme and throwing a hissy fit isn't going to help anything. You think the best way to study is to be isolated with no distractions, but thats YOU mom, im not you. You dont know 2 shits about me so stop pretending and assuming that you know whats best for me when you dont know me at all. I am who i am, i think therefore i am, there is no limit to the possibilities of what i can become. If you truly want the best for me, you'd just leave me alone and never speak of me again. I'd be happier that way, believe me. Your words fall like endless rain onto a papercup, and nothing you say is going to change my world, so get the hell out of my life. pfft. Now thats done. Didn't go to school today cos i felt like staying home to study. And i did. Liz asked me to go over so i cabbed to her place soon after 4, WY, Anna and another Liz was also there. Studied for a bit before breaking into a game of charades. I swear it was the best game of charades ever. This is an excerpt from our game. (Anna's supposed to make us guess Anderson Ice Cream) Anna flails about wildly trying to make us guess it. WY: Ice cream? Me: Ice man? Half cream? I scream for ice cream? scream? Cream? WY: Doy? Duh? Dah? Me: Der? Sun? Der sun? Der sun ice cream? Der cream? Sun cream? Nivea? WY: Man? Me: man cream? Der man cream? As you can see, we're brilliant at that game. We finally managed to get the word "Anderson Ice cream" out soon enough. Studied abit more then WY and the other Liz left. Played the piano and sang for abit then studied after that while dinner arrived courtesy of her mom. Dinner makes me happy, you know that. Plus, it was a good dinner. Liz refused to eat and threw fits at how she declared incessantly to everyone that she has stopped eating dinner. She of course, still, ate. Headed off for tampanies mall after dinner to get a birthday present for her mom which included a new pair of charles and keith and an iphone. I swear her parents rock. Why cant i have parents like that? So care free and happy with a tensionless environment. Almost like hippies but without the drugs. But i shan't start on my parents cos i'd just end up stabbing someone. When im legal, im packing my bags, taking my busted ol guitar and leaving for a better place. Anywhere but my home. sigh. Bought herself a pair of shoes and a belt too while her dad qued for an iphone. She asked me to stay over and i really wanted to, but my mom was being the usual weird person she is and throwing childish accusations of me being a machiavellianist who had planned on staying over at her place right from the get go and was just trying to catch her at a weak point to make my demands met. Tsk. Annoying nonsense. Her Dad dropped us back at her place, played guitar hero for abit before deciding to go home instead of staying over cos my mom was crossing into bouts of insanity, her mom fetched me home and Liz tagged along though she was dead tired. Honestly though, i see no point in why its so wrong for me to stay over, ive done it the past couple of times and she agreed then with quite abit of negotiation, but ive proved to her that i actually do study when i stay over. Sigh. Pictures, stand back. ![]() your arms are not fat, Liz. I swear. ![]() ![]() ![]() I dont know why theyre all so shaky. My camera's sposed to have anti shake. tsk. ![]() ![]() Ive got some serious catching up on sleep to do. 36 days down to the O's. Fantastic. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao [EDIT] She did it to me on her blog so im doing this for her. :D Dear Grace Ignacia See, I don't really know how to tell you this, but our affair is over. I think I realized it when i changed my underwear in your car and I saw you sit on my illegitimate child in Ghana. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand how awful you are. I'm returning the couch cushions to you, but I'll keep your photo with the moustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I hate your cooking and the apartment building is on fire. With tears of sadness Andrew Mark Ong Dear (_friend_), I don't really know how to tell you this, but (_1_). I think I realized it (_2_), (_3_) and I saw you (_4_) (_5_). I'm sure you're (_6_) enough to understand (_7_). I'm returning (_8_) to you, but I'll keep (_9_) as a memory. You should also know that I (_10_) and (_11_). (_12_) 1. What's the colour of your shirt? Blue - Our romance is over Red - Our affair is over White – I’m joining the Convent Black - I dislike your eyelashes Green - Our socks don't match Grey - You're a pervert Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy Pink - Your nostrils are insulting Brown - The mafia wants you No shirt - You're mean Other - I'm in love with your cat 2. Which is your birth month? January - That night you picked your nose February - Last year when you peed your pants March - When your dwarf bit me April - When I tripped on peanut butter May - When I threw up in your sock drawer June - When you put cuffs on me July – When you smacked my ass August - When I saw the purple monkey September - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub October - When I quoted Forest Gump November - When your dog humped my leg December - When I finally changed my underwear 3. Which food do you prefer? Tacos - In your apartment Lasagna- In your car Pasta - Outside of your office Hamburgers - Under the bus Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner Chicken - In your closet Kebab - With Jean Chrétien Fish - In a clown suit Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert Pizza - At the mental hospital Hot dog - Under a street light Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper 4. What's the coluor of your socks? Yellow - Hit on Red - Insult Black - Ignore Blue - Knock out Purple - Pour syrup on White - Carve your initials into Grey - Pull the clothes off Brown - Put whipped cream on Orange - Castrate Pink - Pull the pants off of Barefoot - Sit on Other - Drive over 5. What's the colour of your underwear? Black - My boyfriend White - My father Grey – The Catholic Priest Brown – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection Purple - My corned beef hash Red – My knee caps Blue - My salt-beef bucket Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana Orange - My Blink 182 cd Pink – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie None – My prized statue of Michael Jackson in the nude Other - The elephant in the corner 6. What do you prefer to watch on TV? Scrubs; Man O.C.; Emotional One Tree Hill; Open Heroes; Frostbitten Lost; High House; Sly Simpsons; Cowardly The news; Scarred Idol; Masochistic Family Guy; Senile Top Model; Middle-class Annat; Ashamed 7. Your mood right now? Happy - How awful you are Sad - How boring you are Bored - That Santa doesn't exist Angry - That your smell makes me vomit Depressed – That we’re related Excited - That I may pee my pants Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you Worried - That your Ford sucks Apathetic - That you need a sex-change Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your earlobes Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men Silly - That there is no solution to you being a dumbkid Other - That your driving sucks 8. What's the colour of your walls in your bedroom? White - Your toe ring Yellow - Your love letters to me Red - Your Elton John poster Black - Your pet rock Blue - The couch cushions Green - The pictures from Vegas Orange - Your false teeth Brown - Your nose hair clippers Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket Pink - The cut toenails Other - Your car 9. The first letter of your first name? A/B - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it C/D - The oil tank from your car E/F - Your neighbour’s dog G/H - My virginity I/J - The results of that blood-sample K/L - Your left ear M/N - Your suicide note O/P - My common sense Q/R - Your mom S/T - Your collection of butterflies U/V - Your criminal record W/X – Your glass eye Y/Z - Your credit cards 10. The last letter in your last name? A/B - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises C/D - Never will forget that night E/F - Always wanted to break your legs G/H – Hate your cooking I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly K/L - Will tell the authorities that you did not steal that whale in the back yard M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching O/P - Was interviewed about the car you stole Q/R - Always will remember the pep talks S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart W/X - Haven’t showered in a month Y/Z – Am better off without you 11. What do you prefer to drink? Water- Our friendship is ruined Beer – you should stop picking your nose Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon Soda – I will haunt you when I’m incarnated as an Eskimo Milk - The apartment building is on fire Wine – Thanks for the Cocaine Cider – I have a passionate interest for mice Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war Mineral water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey Liquor - I chew on your earlobes while you sleep Other – I'm scratching my ass as you read this 12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation? Thailand – Warm tingly sensations Australia - Best of luck on the sex-change England - Good luck in jail Spain - Go drown yourself China – You make me sick Germany – Please don’t hurt me Japan - Go milk a cow Greece - Your everlasting enemy USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard Egypt – Kiss my butt France – With tears of sadness [END OF EDIT] |
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