24 October 2009

to my dad,

im tired.
tired of hearing you.
talking about SPM.
how soon it will arrive.
how little time i am left with.
how much time i am spending with the computer.
i know you are just being worried.
but it will be better if you will just stop it.
have faith in your own son.
he's good.
he just need time to rest.

to my mom,

please stop.
complaining about everything.
my results.
my attitude.
my sleeping hours.
my sleeping place.
my time to wash the dishes.
and your husband.
my dad.
i know it's the way you are.
but that's the way i am too.
so chill.
and stop worrying about the world.

to the people who just happen to stumble upon my blog,
don't worry.
i am not going nuts.
i am not going to take a kitchen knife and cut my parents into pieces.
then commit suicide.
i am fine.
in fact, quite good.
i just need space.
and time.

long
2.30pm