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This was a fun weekend!
Tuesday. 10.14.14 8:41 pm
listening to: Lady Lady - Vision Wei Chen
Boy, did I hang out a lot this weekend! I'm starting to feel more like the young 20-something-year-old I am. No more boring domestic life that makes me feel like a housewife with the urge lash out at the unfairness of it all. I had friends come over consecutive days starting Friday night and we'd partaaay till the wee hours of 2 or 3am. My friends know by now that's how late they will leave when they come over. The night is not over until we start shushing each other at 1am and continue to pay no heed of the time for another hour longer.
On a completely separate matter altogether, are we ever going to get a mobile app for this site? Or at least a mobile friendly version website? My boyfriend has been pointing out books on app development for dummies for a while now. It would be interesting to try it out.
However, that means I really need to get my shit together if I want to be doing side projects. I've already started working on a Radionomy radio for ABC's. That is American Born Chinese which merely alludes to those of us of Chinese descent to happen to listen to more than just English or American songs. Don't worry I'm not a crazed Kpop fan.
Gotta get back to my schoolwork now.
Saturday. 11.3.12 3:22 pm
A great yet not so lengthy time ago, I was half-heartedly going through the tables of available classes for the next semester. It was mid-August and I'd finally gotten around to forcing myself to register. You can guess my level of enthusiasm then at the prospect of continuing my college education at that particular institution. As the search continued, I realized I really did not want to pay for anything listed. There was no financial aid available to me from FAFSA, family or otherwise. I paid my own damn way and honestly, I didn't think those classes were worth my money.
I wanted to shoot myself in the head. The quality of education sucked that much. "Most bang for your buck"? Not in my book. You get exactly what you pay for. I went from the Undergraduate Dean's List, with my lowest grade being an A-, down to a semester GPA under 3.0 and obviously, no spot on the Dean's List.
I did not go through with registration.
No one knew. The next few months passed uneventfully with a bit of acting on my part. Shockingly, my mother actually paid the minimal attention needed to notice and start getting suspicious.
As a rule, I don't like to lie. I'll admit it: I'm a goody-two-shoes. One of my few role models is Mother Teresa. I try to be as good, kind, understanding, and loving as possible. Sometimes that causes problems, because I AM human after all and a girl too. I'll talk more about that another time.
Instead of lying, I would omit or say little white lies that were intentionally misleading. I didn't need her all up in my business or any more of her brand of "pot calling the kettle black". I can't say I was successful, but I didn't completely fail in my deception either. See, her habit has always been to notice things and then do nothing about them. A huge red and yellow warning sign can be flashing right in her face, but she never takes enough interest or give enough of a damn to do anything. All she cares about is herself. She is selfish and stupid. So be it. Makes it all the easier to get my plan off without a hitch.
I needed a change of scenery badly and there was more than enough money in my account. You're only young once and when is the next time I'll be free enough to just up and leave the country so easily? So I planned a little voyage overseas and again, told no one about it. Researched all the necessary documents for my visa, hostels, financials... I needed at least one person in the family to know where I was going. One day, I let my aunt into my plan. She helped me figure out the best dates to leave and even bought my tickets for me. Next, I told my father. That went surprisingly well.
I began to drop hints around my mother. In accordance with her habit described above, she pretended they didn't exist. When I finally told her straight out, she told me "No" and thought that was that. Little did she know, I wasn't asking for permission. I let it go and continued with my preparations. I mentioned it again and again, as usual she took no notice.
We had dinner together the night before my scheduled departure. Midway through the meal, I took out my ticket information and showed it to my mother. She took one look and said with a very rarely, if ever, seen parent-like attitude "We'll talk about this later."
She finally realized I wasn't joking and I was going whether she liked it or not. There was nothing she could do to stop me. "If you can't beat them, join them!" You can say she did that. She even lamented at one point that night while I ran around packing my suitcase, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have friends who know people there! I could have set things up for you!"
Really, mother? No, you wouldn't have. That was hi-larious!
So I went off on my trip! Had a great time and fell in love with the city, country, the people. I would love to go back again and would be if...well, that's a story for another day. I can tell you it was an experience like no other and the decision to leave is not one I regret. It changed me and I am happier now.
Hope you enjoyed today's story! Thank you for all the comments on my last post. =)
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