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Saturday, March 19, 2011

I'm not quite sure if my reaction now should be 'apologise', 'keep it inside', or 'don't ever speak to me again'.
In this case none of us were right but which one more wrong?
From whichever angle I look at it, I may sympathize but above that, accusations blare in my head.
YOU ARE WRONG
YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE
YOU ARE TOO FUCKED UP
DONT YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME AGAIN
pondering upon these hurtful irretractables, wish I could as easily stab you in the face with them.
The Chinese tradition prizes filial piety as almost an order that lords over our actions/thoughts.
Nothing overrides your parents' demands/commands:you can't talk back, nor show your anger, nor defy their wishes. You can only apologize and submit to them like they're fucking kings and queens.
I respect my parents, but THERE IS A FUCKING LINE, a threshold by which after you cross it there will be explicatives thrown back at you.
We are not waging war, but neither are we rag dolls.
What you need aren't children, but dogs. They'll probably still love you no matter how much you thresh them.

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10:04 AM