Sunday, September 20, 2009

last flowers till the hospital

I didn't know that my dad was once a janitor and a burger-flipper when he was studying in the US. Didn't know that he used a recorder and the radio to get songs cuz he couldn't afford to spend anything on anything. Can't imagine how he was one of those annoying boys who played soccer. And his driving sucks a little so it's hard to think of how he rode a motorbike [which got stolen].

I also didn't know about the long-haired hippie-looking caucasian who stood outside my mom's place in the cold snow to wait for her. I can't even imagine how it'd be like if she ended up with him, it's pretty funny. I think my mom looked so much prettier when she was younger and had long hair [and those huge specs that they all used to wear].

And then she got kids and became a mother...and she got her hair cut...and she's so weird now. I really don't know her as a person at all. Just as my mom. Same goes for my dad. I don't wanna grow up and just end up being called a 'wife' and a 'mother' and have all of my youth and personality buried under those layers. I don't wanna start reading books on death and tell my kids how 'I'll probably have 15 to 20 more years if I'm lucky'. Why do I have to listen to things like that?

Yah I'm only 15. I'm suppose to be a kid who hasn't realised the gravity of life, whatever that crap means.

The Drums- Let's Go Surfing

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