on disappointment.

if anyone tells me that they are disappointed in me, i have equal right (and sometimes, even more than them) to be disappointed with them. there's always something to be disappointed in. it's simply a matter of whether we all choose to bring it up.

especially if two of the persons are your parents. who appear to be such nice people, perfect parents to your cousins. when in fact, they are perhaps more biased and far stricter than your other relatives.

never judge the book by its cover that old saying goes. perhaps i'm just suffering from pinkerton's. the love for something foreign. but there's little doubt (on my part) that i can be wrong this time about their biasedness. after all, i set the trap, laid the bait and hooked the big fish this time. and remembered to run the knife through it before i threw it into the ice box.. that prized little possession which would make me happy for the night.