Hello,
I got tired of my side-swept fringe so I took the kitchen scissors and DIY-ed bangs.

I also bought a spankin' new barbell and it's multi-colored! Not in the all the colors of the rainbow way but it's like those metallic fusions with purple+green, pink+yellow etc.

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See see! The colors are so lovely~
I luv my stud cause it's like sucking on candy 24/7.
Btw, if you're uncomfortable with the little tongue peircing, I am sorry for offending you. But I did put a head's up.
*I am not encouraging anybody to get one/ think about getting one so please, be smart*

Anyway today I stayed home the entire day, playing around with the baby brother and watching highlights of the YOG. Then I got bored and went on youtube.com to watch random mixed martial arts competitions. And that sparked off a whole chain of make-up tutorials (they don't apply to me at all because my eyes are less fortunate) and like 10 versions of Wheels of the Bus (for Sep Sep Lim) and more Madd Chadd dance vids (!!!!!) and then some other random videos that I can't recall now.

My sister got home and we decided to have dinner at GWC. But then daddy wasn't happy for some reason. I mean like, c'mon. You've gotta be kidding me right?
I'm so sick of agreeing to his orders which don't even make any sense. Sick and tired of giving in. I was just so angry at him for making such a big deal over dinner that I yelled at him over the phone. That was the first time in all 18 years.
Am I s'posed to feel remorseful? Cause I don't. It felt so good to finally bring my point across that it is #1 my life, and that #2 he sounds so ridiculous, and #3 there is no harm having dinner someplace else for a change.

I seriously can't stand my parents when they try to control me with their POV's. I have my own opinions and my own friggin life to live in case they didn't realize that I have a brain.

Maybe this is all just some late-blooming teenage rebellion phase. About time too huh? Or maybe this is just me adjusting to soon-to-be adulthood. I don't know.

I just know that this is who I am. I've never missed my parents ever for some weird reason. I rarely want to go overseas with them (unless its to nice place that I've never been to) and I'm oddly happy when they go on holidays without me. I never tell them anything ever since I was a kid. I remember the times my mom would try to squeeze it outta me but I've managed to keep it all inside and away from them.

I think the problem is that I can never trust them with my secrets. I'm afraid that they'll take a part of me away, or use it against me.

If only they knew who I really am/ what I've been through/ how I feel. But at least I'm grateful and filial enough to spare them all that.

I love my parents. But sometimes I wish that they leave me alone and let me be.