Bottled Anger.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

I changed my blogskin, again. The previous one was just temporary. I couldn't have left my blog without a skin, now can I?

Anyway, my dad didn't allow me to go exercising with K. I was pissed, it is an understatement. If he is going to be like that towards be, then fine, I will wait till he goes away to do what I want to do. Without his permission & knowing. Beat that, Dad! Whenever I ask him for permission, he says no. Then, how the hell am I supposed to do anything if everything he will do is turn me down? How can he expect me to tell him anything? Why do I even bother asking for permission when this is what I get? I feel like I have been rejected more times from my dad than anyone combined. Honestly. I would have understood him if he won't allow me to go during the year. But, COME ON! My examinations are over for crying out loud. What irritates me more is that he doesn't give reasons for not allowing me to go out. I don't care if he is the 'Man of the house'. Seriously, I need freedom, space. It's like, "GOD, forbid she go out!" My maid thinks that my dad does this cause he is afraid I have a boyfriend. Lame excuse. Why can't he just snap out of the fact that keeping me 'locked' up is doing more damage than good. My mum isn't better off too. Sheesh. I sometimes wonder if this is what their parents did to them. However, with the stories that I hear, I doubt so.

I want to buy something. I am keeping my fingers crossed that my mum would allow me to buy the stuff that I want. Wishing, hoping, praying.

I feel like an ugly duckling, really, I do.


For the reocrd, I DO NOT have a boyfriend (even though sometimes I wish I do).
I think boyfriends at this age is a waste of precious time for me. Immature, basically.

| 9:30 PM |