miranda lotto
Jan. 25th, 2007 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigI've got to get started on my next essay if I want to complete it by tomorrow. Say hello to the Procrastinator here! :D
Seriously though, don't look at me that way. Economics essays never really interested me a whole big deal. They still have the remnants of "aaaaaaaargggh O!! F!!!" attached to them, hence the hesitation. To be honest, at this eleventh hour, I have no idea of what to write and plan to make Nescafe my best friend til the wee hours of tomorrow morning, rushing an un-betaed essay which would garner me fame and prosperity.
If only.
All in all, I am still my Father's Daughter.
I am his progeny not only biologically where my inheritance of B+ blood could only have come from his AB+ blood (my mum's is A+). I am his daughter from temperament, from the pi qi we have and wreak havoc with. I am his child even from the most basic of physical similarities. I have his face, I have his build. He likes to say that I am his daughter through and through because of the similiarities we have in our intelligence (I roll my eyes whenever he says that), and I grudgingly acknowledge that we are more similar than I can fathom.
I am my father's daughter.
And that fact alone will always make me support him even though he does stupid things, even as he gets into fights with my mum, even if his huge man-ego blows everything away from his path. I will still be my father's daughter and no amount of Mum's money, love, being there can change that.
As I sat in the car yesterday, I felt disappointed. Everything was falling apart because of reasons... reasons I wish weren't.
Can you blame me when I wish for something or someone that is consistent in my life then?
Yesterday, I sat in the car and listened. There was guilt, there was sadness, there was anger but most of all, there was such a destructive tone of giving up. It cuts to the bone, leaves incisions in my B+ arteries, I am scarred. I will forever remember when my father laments, when my father weeps, when he loses that vivacity that while I was fearful of, always respected.
Fuck, my brother is giving shitloads of problems now. :\ Pissed off.
Seriously though, don't look at me that way. Economics essays never really interested me a whole big deal. They still have the remnants of "aaaaaaaargggh O!! F!!!" attached to them, hence the hesitation. To be honest, at this eleventh hour, I have no idea of what to write and plan to make Nescafe my best friend til the wee hours of tomorrow morning, rushing an un-betaed essay which would garner me fame and prosperity.
If only.
All in all, I am still my Father's Daughter.
I am his progeny not only biologically where my inheritance of B+ blood could only have come from his AB+ blood (my mum's is A+). I am his daughter from temperament, from the pi qi we have and wreak havoc with. I am his child even from the most basic of physical similarities. I have his face, I have his build. He likes to say that I am his daughter through and through because of the similiarities we have in our intelligence (I roll my eyes whenever he says that), and I grudgingly acknowledge that we are more similar than I can fathom.
I am my father's daughter.
And that fact alone will always make me support him even though he does stupid things, even as he gets into fights with my mum, even if his huge man-ego blows everything away from his path. I will still be my father's daughter and no amount of Mum's money, love, being there can change that.
As I sat in the car yesterday, I felt disappointed. Everything was falling apart because of reasons... reasons I wish weren't.
Can you blame me when I wish for something or someone that is consistent in my life then?
Yesterday, I sat in the car and listened. There was guilt, there was sadness, there was anger but most of all, there was such a destructive tone of giving up. It cuts to the bone, leaves incisions in my B+ arteries, I am scarred. I will forever remember when my father laments, when my father weeps, when he loses that vivacity that while I was fearful of, always respected.
Fuck, my brother is giving shitloads of problems now. :\ Pissed off.
