So I revamped my blog to enhance my Sarawakian nature. Don't you think the layout is so pretty?!
Anyway, have been having horrible luck with passwords and the internet over the past few days. Went to Aunty Lalita's last night (got there around 2 am) and tried waking Naeem to get the password. He had a fever, so I accidentally woke Aunty Lalita instead. She couldn't remember the password, tried putting it in but I just couldn't access. Today, I'm at Shak's house and he couldn't remember the password either. Uncle Pendi just got home and YAY here I am!
Don't really have anything to share today... besides the fact that I am now more determined than ever to start my own life. I had a plan: Get my own place once I've moved back to Malaysia, get a job, get a car and start my life.
Unfortunately, the Asian culture disagrees with me.
I doubt my father will even entertain the idea of me moving into my own place until I've got a steady job and income. Until then... here I am in my state of forced dependence. The 'rents know to moan at the fact that I am too dependent on them, but when I try to make my own way, try to make at least some moves into starting my own life, they pull out the guilt card (You'll regret saying you want to move out when we're dead!) and play me out to be the ungrateful child.
I'm sorry you gave me a Western education.
I'm sorry my values are distorted.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
Anyway, have been having horrible luck with passwords and the internet over the past few days. Went to Aunty Lalita's last night (got there around 2 am) and tried waking Naeem to get the password. He had a fever, so I accidentally woke Aunty Lalita instead. She couldn't remember the password, tried putting it in but I just couldn't access. Today, I'm at Shak's house and he couldn't remember the password either. Uncle Pendi just got home and YAY here I am!
Don't really have anything to share today... besides the fact that I am now more determined than ever to start my own life. I had a plan: Get my own place once I've moved back to Malaysia, get a job, get a car and start my life.
Unfortunately, the Asian culture disagrees with me.
I doubt my father will even entertain the idea of me moving into my own place until I've got a steady job and income. Until then... here I am in my state of forced dependence. The 'rents know to moan at the fact that I am too dependent on them, but when I try to make my own way, try to make at least some moves into starting my own life, they pull out the guilt card (You'll regret saying you want to move out when we're dead!) and play me out to be the ungrateful child.
I'm sorry you gave me a Western education.
I'm sorry my values are distorted.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
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