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Tuesday, May 23, 2006
10:18 AM
I'm grounded for life due to lousy exam results. I'm blamed for everything. Okay, it's like so common to fail in secondary school. My parents just can't stand the fact that their baby daughter is failing 3 out of 7 subjects and is making a big fuss. Yes, adults are ultimately the know-it-alls. Anyone younger than them will not be entertained.
Parents ask you to stop quarreling with your sister, but they themselves shout at each other on a daily basis. It involves a very daft matter. "AIYOH, YOUR MEMORY SO BAD AH! I JUST TELL YOU SHE FAILED 3 SUBJECTS AND YOU SAY SHE FAILED 4." MUM TO DAD. I clearly remember her telling him it's 4. Oh, did I mention that she's a very demanding woman? She's never wrong, always right. And it's a wonder that I can still pass my English with parents who speak/shout in that kind of English.
She made arrangements for tuition a minute after I told her my results. Stupid kiasu typical Singaporean. You said I'm a smart girl. But you don't let things go my way. You want it your way. Fine, if I'm too stressed or anything, it's your fault. Don't push everything to me.
I'm so going to run away. I think I'm going to run off to Crystal's chalet for 3 days, then bid my time looking for somewhere to stay. I'm sick and tired of you asking me what to do. I have my way of handling things. I said I would try harder. You can't be bothered. I don't think I need to give you respect any longer. You said that I could fail if I wanted, but you're just trying to help me. Oh, is it? I'm happy with my results the way they are. I will work harder for myself. Stop pushing me already.
She forbids me to go out, to use MSS(that's what she thinks is MSN, laugh at her please), to use the computer for more than an hour daily. Oh yes, great. You think you're the best mother around. Please, go self reflect. I don't think you'll ever know anything about me anymore. My best friend will never be back again. No more. You sucker. Shoo. Die, pig, die. I don't need you.