i live on my own decisions

what has your parents and friends got to do with your life's decision-making? NIL

How can each and everyone of them demand, persists and forcefully denounce me on the mission to embark - to give up on the One that i love, that there will be much more content being with others.

How can they?

What right do all of these folks have in trying to build my road for me? i choose my own journey, my own decisions, my own fate. that is part and parcel of the freedom of choice in my democratic life - don't mangle with it.

sometimes its so wrongfully obliging to listen to them... that isn't the way it works? they dun listen, they dun see, they dun feel any of the way my heart is beating and they dun bother...

like shakespeare's novels, they try so hard to make my life bitter. decisions on doing something, anything at all, choosing to fulfill my life, choosing the programmes and little itsy-bits of actions i wish to perform, all lies in my hands - what right do they have?

my parents - ideally they try so hard, defame the One that i love, talk big and demote him into a status none-so-glamourous.

they'll embark on the course of issuing remarks that only makes them ugly in my eyes... they hate him to the core, it plurges me of any respect i have for them - their words shooting straight at the core of my heart, hurting. do they even respect and acknowledge my feelings and emotions towards him?

none of the guys in the past which i've hooked up ever came close to any of their expectations. NONE. their ideals are so much enforced upon the rich-society, it certainly does enforce upon themselves as that of the materialistic money-face type.

Will, as they might, try so hard to get me to fall upon any of their ideal guy catergory, it kills the enthusiasm in me of any prospective marriage life in the later part of the years to come.

marry for money, wealth, comfort and a very stale boring life? where is the certain arena called affections?

self-conclusive: there is no one even close to their lists of expectations - which is probably even higher den the bachelor Prince William.

the list of things they so desperately seeking - christian, capable, successful, rich, car, fat CPF, Fat bank account, Tall, Handsome, Not too young but not too old too, Business-man, highly educated, good character, filial, etc etc.

the lists goes on and on. do they think so highly of their daughter? earth calling "HELLOO??" in layman's term - none of such guys EXISTS.

they cannot and they will NEVER choose for me Who i wish to be with, nor play match-maker nor any forms of illicit acts of favouratism towards any males, because it will all fail.

either they accept, or i'll elope.

i don't need customary, nor a grand wedding, nor any forms of showing-off. becoz in my world of romantis lifestyle, none of the grandeur, nor classy acts will be present. everything bows down to this "will u be forever contented and happy with the person u're signing the papers with?"

i hate exactly this typical-logical ways they always assume upon themselves... talking and advicing me on "what is the best way to go about things" or even worst "who and who i'm suppose to feel for, prioritize and pursue". absolutely loathe!

don't teach me, nor drill me on how to seek happiness... becoz happiness to is about giving and loving so much so hard is giving in its own rights. i'll never place my eyes on things i am not fond of. nor does anyone - as mighty and big and powerful their words and "cliche" advices are, can shift and alter my will.

i love my freedom alot.