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Space: That's what I need!

Monday, August 06, 2007

I'm sure students and parents out there know the meaning of privacy but what parents don't understand why they should keep out of our own matters. We, teenagers, need our space for our life, if they keep cramming all those naggings into our throats, we don't have a chance to say or do what we want. Parents are like the know-it-all because they claimed they've been in our shoes before and therefore, has the right to tell us what to do but it's a whole lot of bullshit. Yes they've been there before but have they been in the new generation? I supposed not..

And this rant about privacy is about my story I'm going to blog tonight.

I don't know how and when did my mom know that I was sleeping in class during A-Maths period and got caught for Mr Ow for being out of class, I was out helping my chinese teacher to move her laptop by the way...I'm just so frustrated and angry. Other kids don't have their mothers raiding their privacy and yet mine was raped by my mom. It's like, "Hey! You're not suppose to know that!" It's my life we're talking about here and she KNOWS everything. Hell she said she had a snitch too.

Mom, if you're reading this, I don't think you will read it anyway...Please leave me alone and let me do my own stuff. There are some things that you don't understand and you claim you do but you don't. It's like I'm asking you how much you earn for a month and you'll shut up and say it's not our matter to worry about. So the same theory applies in this situation too. If you care less about what I do in school, the happier I will be.

I know it's wrong to sleep in class, but you got to give the guy a break! Mr Neo took bloody FOUR periods for AM..Who wouldn't be sick of it..And that guy is so lame! I really can't cope with him teaching...I really hope he can slow down for some parts in the Maths topic...and please stop telling me to revise at home because it doesn't work when I don't understand a shit the book is writing...or his writing...

This is for the mother-fucking snitch. If you ever come across my blog and saw this entry, you are in for a bloody night.