Privacy, and Other Public Affairs.

To err is human. Or something like that.

Yes life has been a total bitch to me for the past month or so.. She's been like that annoying, nagging, girlfriend you had, in your moment of weakness who'd constantly call you to check where you were, how you were and what you were doing and all you want to do is get rid of her or scratch her eyes out (oh who am I kidding, that was me, two years ago. :|) But you get the general idea.


So I faced a "Code: OFYMRYFM" a few days ago. What's that, Aaliya? Oh, I'll tell you Aaliya.. (Yes I'm going to assume that no one really reads my blogs so hence the schizo moments.)


Code: OFYMRYFM stands for Oh F**k Your Mum Read Your Facebook Messages. (Cue dramatic chord) 


Nifty, is it not? That a 20yr old (OKAY 19.) has no privacy within the walls of her own home? The haven of her heart? The-ah never mind. They feed me, I stay. Poe-tay-toe, toe-ma-toe.


The contents of my conversations shall not be divulged for it IS, after all, PERSONAL and PRIVATE. (Let's just say that it involved a feathered boa, eggs, some honey, and a wet chicken.. I'M KIDDING. Pah.) And mind you, this isn't the first time she's ever done this. She was kind enough to read my journal (...diary)  two-ish years ago, claiming that she was merely looking for the book I write my prose and poetry in. However, she found a detailed description of how my then boyfriend tried to give me a hickey, (..and ultimately FAILED.) because of which she refused to talk to me.

This resulted in a shouting match, BOTH times. And I really hate losing my cool. It sucks because I tend to break things. Noses, for example.. But that story is for another day.

My question right now is this: Will there ever come a day when parents stop thinking that they rule our lives respect and trust our boundaries? Will there ever be a day where the phrase "I'm not your mother/father, I am your best friend" is actually put into practice? Will there ever come a day when Torres actually scores a goal? (WHAT. The moment seemed appropriate..)


I'm not blaming you, parent-kind. We are your flesh and blood, so to speak. At the end of the day, you're responsible for most of our social behavior and actions. We are grateful. ( I keep saying "We", given the fact that I seriously hope I have the full backing of my peers on this one :| ..) You have taught most of us the rights and wrongs that govern us, and all that jazz. Naturally, you're curious as to HOW we run our live. (I think it was right after we were potty-trained that the whole concept of independence dawned upon us..) But you just don't seem to get the fact that we don't remain 12yrs old for the rest of our lives. We grow up. And we live our OWN lives.

Please don't take this the wrong way though. We appreciate the fact that we mean the world to you guys. The feeling is mutual. But for the love of sweet potatoes, let us live our lives? All you need to do is advise us. How we put that advice to use is up to us. We'll learn from our mistakes. We give you the full privilege to say "I told you so!" when we recognize that said mistake or fumble. Just leave us be till then.

But in all honesty, I'm no one to be all judgmental and stuff.. I will only know why parents act the way they do when I myself become a mother, yes?

Till then, please allow me to throw as many temper tantrums as I like? (Oh, and raise my allowance. Must. Buy. More. BOOKS.)


Well, now that we've had this heart to heart, I think I'll sit down with my mother and have a MATURE conversation with her.

I'll take my stuffed iguana for protection, though.. Just in case, you know..