Houston, we have a problem.Haha, did you watch this cartoon... astronaut says that line and people at the control station are like: Always problem, problem, problem. Don't you ever call to say hi?!
(NASA is in Houston btw)
This is to all my friends with problems with your daddies and/or mummies:
(
okay forget that, sounds wannabe. its like: this is out to all my girls who suffered a broken heart. let's annihilate the XYs once and for all)
Anyway, back to the point, parents are parents. They read your blog and get mad about it, they accuse you of the most ridiculous ... accusations, they are really prickly when it comes to bedtime, they lied when they said after O levels can stay up all you want, they are terrible drivers, they emotionally scar and traumatise you, ....
and they think it's okay.
Damn did I make it worse? Alright, damage control.
With a bit of Jun Hong's 4 points ...
1. S'pore is small, therefore competitive. Kiasu parents.
2. Different era. Parents more protective cos they don't want you to suffer like they did.
3. Different era. They don't understand you and vice versa cos they were brought up differently.
4.
(Sorry I can't remb the 4th one...i'll make this one up) They are parents.
Well, I won't be of much help since I don't know how to help myself much on this one.
1.Talk to them and 2. do whatchu gotta do.Well, think of this, I'm very sure, one day.. many many years from now... you'll be telling yo'mama:
Look ma! Top the world!Over and out (okay that line is just... cya later, alligator. lame and acting cool)
Labels: Answers, Pondering
