So I'm like,

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I like cows.

Haven’t been posting for long. Bu I’ve this thought in my mind for a really long time already. I don’t know how to put it in a nicer/less rude/less disrespectful manner but here goes.

Parents often complain about children and yes, everyone says this, “You can’t choose who are your children.” So they scold their children, be it whether or not their children is at fault.

Now from the child’s point of view. We can’t choose our parents too. But here’s the difference: we cannot scold our parents or even correct them. Well in my case that is. Sometimes trying to argue your way out with your parents seem like a huge no-no. Or maybe sometimes your parents do something that you do not like, it would be disrespectful to tell them to stop doing it.

I do not like many things that my dad does. I don’t know how to tell him that I don’t like it, so sometimes I do small little things to make him realise that I do not like it. Hopefully he realizes them. If not I’ll be suffocating and may explode when I can’t take it any longer.

There are many things in my family that I do not agree of. So somewhere a small part of me really wants to leave. Leave for a better place. A small city in the UK maybe. But it all comes to my lack of funds.

I hate Singapore.

Sigh.

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Mixed-media illustrator Niky Roehreke

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