A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down,
In the most delightful wayyyyy~
Do you wish that you were a little kid all over again? Having to ask my mum for permission to watch the TV was not fun. At all.
Sidetrack: I wrote the above a few days back, but never gotten around to finishing the post. SO. Here I am! Again.
I realise that whenever I blog it's about many a sob story. Of mailife. About issues between my parents and I that I can never solve, whether in this lifetime or the next.
-Pause. I can't even see my computer screen properly now because my tears keep rolling down. For what, I don't know.
In all aspects, I think it boils down to a difference in expectations between all of us. Maybe it's because I'm the only child, plus being a girl adds to the overprotectiveness. Their current expectations of me are: Earn my own keep for pocket money and whatnot. Go out not too much . ( aka once or twice a month is adequate to them). Be an Asian high flyer in Yale and appear in the news.
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Ok I was kidding about the last sentence. But they're so uptight about me, that sometimes I feel like I can never, ever please them. If you ask me, to be brutally honest, I'm not hanging out so much anymore, and working , schooling, occasionally chilling at people's houses. All in all , I think I'm juggling my time pretty okay. But they don't think so. I appear like the exact reverse to them.
I'd hate to think that life is all about grades and nothing else. I'm so zen by now. I think there's so much more to life than grades. LOR. HOR?
But apparently they don't get my point. So we constantly have conflicts about our point of views.
LE SIGH. Family quarrels always make me feel so drained.