A volcano is about to erupt...
It's amazing how long your parents' invisible arm can extend to.. Correction. It's amazing how long MY parents' invisible arm can extend. I am literally, 10,000km away from them. Literally, on the other side of the world from them. And still, I find it absolutely amazing that they still find the way to pin me under their fingers.
You can imagine my frustration. I'm 24 years old for crying out loud! If I married and had a kid at 16, he/she'd be 8 years old now!!! And still, I'm treated like a bloody 8-year old. My mum got friggin' married when she was 24 and there sure as hell wasn't anyone who tried to control her! These people seriously need to cut their apron strings!!! Funny thing is, my sister, who's at home living with them, and who's 5 whole years younger than me, doesn't have this problem because they seem to have no problems whatsoever letting her roam free and enjoying her freedom. This is ridiculous!!!
For those of you who have had the privilege of knowing me since I was a kid ( hehe.. ;) ), I guess you know what I'm talking about. Ever since I was little, everyone knows that my parents are the most controlling parents in the whole wide world. Let me paint the picture: at 12, everyone was allowed to hang out at Subang Parade on our friends' birthday, unsupervised. But me? No way.. I could only go if there was to be a parent there. So as you can imagine, I either didn't get to go, or had to drag my aunty or mum with me. (Bet some of my friends were calling me LOSER behind my back.. don't blame them!) Up to 15, I was only allowed to go out with my friends to Subang Parade or wherever we went, during the daytime, on special occasions. This meant birthdays, after exam celebrations and err, think that was it. I still had to ask permission to go out up til I was 17, and it was only after 17 when I went to college that I could move in and out of the house freely.
Well, not even properly freely. I was not allowed to go out at night for a long long long long long time. I finally was when I turned 19 plus (or was it 20?) but then I had a strict curfew of 12am. Mind you, this time, I wasn't really living full-time at home, I was away at college. And only on the last trip back home last Christmas, was I allowed the luxury of coming back a little later at night, without them constantly calling and checking up on me every 5 minutes as they have always done. And that was only cos' I pointed out to my mum that my curfew hadn't changed and now had became the same as my sister's!!! Oh, do you know, I have NEVER been clubbing in Malaysia simply cos' my parents won't let me stay out so late. Can you imagine that???
Anyway, that's just a quick recap of my teenage (and actually, recent) life with my parents. I always always complained about it, but knew that it was fairly pointless trying to fight it, so I usually tried bargaining and then just accepting the way things were. (Having said that, my sis was smarter, she rebelled so she got away with so much more! and one of my close friends, MY, had the same problem when she was like 13-14, but she rebelled SO hard that eventually, her parents gave in.)
But seriously, things are just getting utterly ludicrous. Even now. Everytime I go home for a holiday, my parents give me a seriously seriously hard time when I want to go out and spend time with my friends. My mum always says that friends aren't as important as family, so shouldn't waste time with them. I hate it when she says that.. who the heck gives you the right to judge how I spend my free time??? Ask my friends back home, I've got to find major ways to organise seeing them all at once or something like that, simply cos' it's so goddamn difficult for me to get out of the house in the first place. Oh wait, and if I stay out too long for say, lunch or dinner, rest assured, I'll get 2 'lovely' things from home: 1) a berating phone call demanding when I'll be home; 2) a big fight when I do reach home about setting my priorities right. You can ask WS and my sis even, every single time I go home, same issues. Over and over again.. Sometimes I wonder why I look forward to going home in the first place.
Sorry, have been ranting for awhile. What's my point? Well, I've got a few. Firstly, I was organizing my elective next year to New York cos' I've always wanted to go there and experience life in the USA. Everything was dandy-randy, and my dad even volunteered to help me. But, I got a big wham from my mum that day. She said, point blank, that I wasn't allowed to go. Apparently, her good friend who always travels there to work, says that New York is completely unsafe for 1 girl to go. Plus since I don't have any family, I'll be truly alone. This coupled with the 'horror' stories she's heard about the Big Apple, just sealed my court sentence: I'm disallowed to go to New York. This bloody sucks.. so now I have to go find some lame-ass place to go do it, cos' after New York, nowhere is going to be nearly as exciting!
I just came back from Spain, as you probably know.. Oh my god, you wouldn't believe the crap my dad gave me about the whole trip but I went anyway cos' they couldn't find a legitimate reason not to allow me to go. Goody goo! But now, I'm in the midst of organizing my summer holiday to Tokyo, cos' a kind friend invited me to stay with her in her house and offered to bring me around. So no problems with accommodation, tour guide and language - talk about a sweet deal! Initially my parents gave the ok, but have ever since been dilly-dallying and causing me major problems with my arrangements. I haven't booked
my ticket yet cos' they keep trying to dissuade me from going. I will not cave!!!
Not to be bitchy or ungrateful, but they are sometimes very selfish. The reason they're being such a pain about this, is because my dad had organized for my mum and me to follow him to Beijing and Shanghai for the first 2 weeks of my summer hols, to spend time blah blah. He didn't even ask me if I wanted to go, didn't even consider that I actually want to spend some time at home home, with my aunt and my siblings (especially my little brothers).. No, all that mattered was that I was going with them and since they're my parents, that's all I'm going to need in the world. I don't need other family, don't need friends, don't need a goddamn thing!!!!!
Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!
You can imagine my frustration. I'm 24 years old for crying out loud! If I married and had a kid at 16, he/she'd be 8 years old now!!! And still, I'm treated like a bloody 8-year old. My mum got friggin' married when she was 24 and there sure as hell wasn't anyone who tried to control her! These people seriously need to cut their apron strings!!! Funny thing is, my sister, who's at home living with them, and who's 5 whole years younger than me, doesn't have this problem because they seem to have no problems whatsoever letting her roam free and enjoying her freedom. This is ridiculous!!!
For those of you who have had the privilege of knowing me since I was a kid ( hehe.. ;) ), I guess you know what I'm talking about. Ever since I was little, everyone knows that my parents are the most controlling parents in the whole wide world. Let me paint the picture: at 12, everyone was allowed to hang out at Subang Parade on our friends' birthday, unsupervised. But me? No way.. I could only go if there was to be a parent there. So as you can imagine, I either didn't get to go, or had to drag my aunty or mum with me. (Bet some of my friends were calling me LOSER behind my back.. don't blame them!) Up to 15, I was only allowed to go out with my friends to Subang Parade or wherever we went, during the daytime, on special occasions. This meant birthdays, after exam celebrations and err, think that was it. I still had to ask permission to go out up til I was 17, and it was only after 17 when I went to college that I could move in and out of the house freely.
Well, not even properly freely. I was not allowed to go out at night for a long long long long long time. I finally was when I turned 19 plus (or was it 20?) but then I had a strict curfew of 12am. Mind you, this time, I wasn't really living full-time at home, I was away at college. And only on the last trip back home last Christmas, was I allowed the luxury of coming back a little later at night, without them constantly calling and checking up on me every 5 minutes as they have always done. And that was only cos' I pointed out to my mum that my curfew hadn't changed and now had became the same as my sister's!!! Oh, do you know, I have NEVER been clubbing in Malaysia simply cos' my parents won't let me stay out so late. Can you imagine that???
Anyway, that's just a quick recap of my teenage (and actually, recent) life with my parents. I always always complained about it, but knew that it was fairly pointless trying to fight it, so I usually tried bargaining and then just accepting the way things were. (Having said that, my sis was smarter, she rebelled so she got away with so much more! and one of my close friends, MY, had the same problem when she was like 13-14, but she rebelled SO hard that eventually, her parents gave in.)
But seriously, things are just getting utterly ludicrous. Even now. Everytime I go home for a holiday, my parents give me a seriously seriously hard time when I want to go out and spend time with my friends. My mum always says that friends aren't as important as family, so shouldn't waste time with them. I hate it when she says that.. who the heck gives you the right to judge how I spend my free time??? Ask my friends back home, I've got to find major ways to organise seeing them all at once or something like that, simply cos' it's so goddamn difficult for me to get out of the house in the first place. Oh wait, and if I stay out too long for say, lunch or dinner, rest assured, I'll get 2 'lovely' things from home: 1) a berating phone call demanding when I'll be home; 2) a big fight when I do reach home about setting my priorities right. You can ask WS and my sis even, every single time I go home, same issues. Over and over again.. Sometimes I wonder why I look forward to going home in the first place.
Sorry, have been ranting for awhile. What's my point? Well, I've got a few. Firstly, I was organizing my elective next year to New York cos' I've always wanted to go there and experience life in the USA. Everything was dandy-randy, and my dad even volunteered to help me. But, I got a big wham from my mum that day. She said, point blank, that I wasn't allowed to go. Apparently, her good friend who always travels there to work, says that New York is completely unsafe for 1 girl to go. Plus since I don't have any family, I'll be truly alone. This coupled with the 'horror' stories she's heard about the Big Apple, just sealed my court sentence: I'm disallowed to go to New York. This bloody sucks.. so now I have to go find some lame-ass place to go do it, cos' after New York, nowhere is going to be nearly as exciting!
I just came back from Spain, as you probably know.. Oh my god, you wouldn't believe the crap my dad gave me about the whole trip but I went anyway cos' they couldn't find a legitimate reason not to allow me to go. Goody goo! But now, I'm in the midst of organizing my summer holiday to Tokyo, cos' a kind friend invited me to stay with her in her house and offered to bring me around. So no problems with accommodation, tour guide and language - talk about a sweet deal! Initially my parents gave the ok, but have ever since been dilly-dallying and causing me major problems with my arrangements. I haven't booked
my ticket yet cos' they keep trying to dissuade me from going. I will not cave!!!
Not to be bitchy or ungrateful, but they are sometimes very selfish. The reason they're being such a pain about this, is because my dad had organized for my mum and me to follow him to Beijing and Shanghai for the first 2 weeks of my summer hols, to spend time blah blah. He didn't even ask me if I wanted to go, didn't even consider that I actually want to spend some time at home home, with my aunt and my siblings (especially my little brothers).. No, all that mattered was that I was going with them and since they're my parents, that's all I'm going to need in the world. I don't need other family, don't need friends, don't need a goddamn thing!!!!!
Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!
posted by Jean at 7:22 PM
4 Comments:
Lol, you sound like me. Except I'm still seventeen, and I think I'm cut a little more slack than you, so I feel your pain.
Chill le :P
i TOTALLY get the whole situation,man.. sounds too familiar to me. btw, i think ur my high school senior, and u might know my mum who taught there, pn zuariah?
and new york is SO COOL!! i've a (girl) friend doing her placement there all by herself and she's totally fine, albeit a bit lonely... and i've been there myself over easter and i think it's just about as safe/not safe as manchester. the pple are less rowdy actually which was surprising.
hey girl...
u know what...ur rant is literally like my childhood story really. including all those midnight curfew...not allowed out except on occassions...and even last year summer when i went home...it was just INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT for me to get out of home...and everytime i go out i have to devise a master plan...so yeah...sometimes i wonder why i'm even looking forward to go home in the first place....and i even got into arguments with both my parents over this issue...even all my friends are aware of it...so yeah u're not alone...
;)
i know how ur shoes feel on my feet...
xxx
waisun
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