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{Saturday, 25 June 2011} 7:18 pm
There’s been a great injustice going on around me. I’d prefer to not discuss here in public, but I’ll give you a clue.

Yesterday, I had my report card.

Can you guess what it is?

No no no, I won’t say it’s true or not.

Cause if I do, this blog will cause another chaos online.

Sometimes, I think that my parents would be the coolest parents around.

Why?

Cause when I had this report card, and they put me into social class, my parents doesn’t mad at me at all.

Even though mommy’s kinda disagree with school’s choice but daddy’s ok with it.

They say I should decide my own life. My life, what will I do with it.

Their job is just to protect me and help me through difficulties.

And they say if I want to be an archeologist or geologist or paleontologist or whatever, it’s my call. I decide it, it’s my life.

There’s time when I had an argument with Dad. Most of it mainly because we—both of us—we’re both stubborn. Yeah, we’re so stubborn until people thinks we’re carved out of a stone.



Sometimes, when daddy wants me to be A. I refused, I chose to be B instead. He asked me “Why B?” at this point, I have to have a good reason why would I pick B. Otherwise he’ll attack me with his so-called-intelligence, and I can do nothing but to fight back.

I don’t like to lose in here, I’ve to make sure that I’m right… and they’re wrong.

But I think I’m more to make people admit that I’m right, rather than change their point of view about something.

Cause when they do, I have to find another thing that makes me different. I hate when people say I’m a common girl.

I’m different, totally different.

A girl you couldn’t find on common place.

I’m stubborn yeah I know, but that’s me. So do to my dad, he’s awfully stubborn. We even had this huge fight when I insisting my want, while he’s too. So I began to give him cold silent treatment, I don’t want to be a prodigal kid but this is my family.

He forgave me at the end, and at least, he let me do what I want.

I always get what I want—but not that easy.

Well, if it’s easy then what’s so good in life? Life’s good when you get what you want after you’ve been working on it.

That’s what makes life so special, I’m happy being a human. Thanks God, I luv ya.

Xo.

Fud.



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