Looking back, it seems foolish
Strange but it seems the fighting never will end. Not until I am somebody's wife, I guessed. Luckily, he understands my situation.
The problem with my parents is that they control my freedom. When being asked why, their answers never changed. If ever there is another row, the same thing is being said again and again.
I refused to accept their views. Thus, the moment I entered Polytechnic, I became the daughter from hell. Despite the daily nagging of coming home late, of my dressing, my diet and my large circle of friends, I continued to ignore them.
I felt suffocated by their lack of freedom for me. No. It was lack of trust. The more they tried to make me be a good normal girl, the more I rebelled. I kept myself incredibly busy with my dancing ECAs, flunked my exams, a couple of boyfriends, smoked, attempted suicide and attempted running away.
Uglier rows followed. Dad even wrote to the one in charge of ECA, telling her to force me to quit my ECAs. I had to cut down on one. Slowly, I cut down on all. It wasn't because I was forced to. I decided I needed a break to focus on my studies. That was my turning point... when I entered Year 3.
Suddenly, I felt sad. I regretted not focusing on my studies. I flunked my exams because I refused to study. What the hell... i still flunked my exam eventhough I studied. It was because I had a dispute with the female lecturer. She was a pain in many asses. Still, I managed to graduate with a not so bad credits. Could have done better, though.
Now, I realise that it is super foolish to think I have no freedom. It comes with a price that has to be earned. That is the trust. However, the fight about it will never end. I just have to face the fact that whatever they restrict me to do, shall be for my own good in prolly the near future.
To conclude, it is sad that the Young Generations (practically Malay Community) feel restricted eventhough it appears that their parents do give them the freedom. However, parents, who are too busy with their own lives and careers, give too much trust on their children. This results in them taking their freedom for granted, doing things they shouldn't do and not doing things they ought to do.
Strange but it seems the fighting never will end. Not until I am somebody's wife, I guessed. Luckily, he understands my situation.
The problem with my parents is that they control my freedom. When being asked why, their answers never changed. If ever there is another row, the same thing is being said again and again.
I refused to accept their views. Thus, the moment I entered Polytechnic, I became the daughter from hell. Despite the daily nagging of coming home late, of my dressing, my diet and my large circle of friends, I continued to ignore them.
I felt suffocated by their lack of freedom for me. No. It was lack of trust. The more they tried to make me be a good normal girl, the more I rebelled. I kept myself incredibly busy with my dancing ECAs, flunked my exams, a couple of boyfriends, smoked, attempted suicide and attempted running away.
Uglier rows followed. Dad even wrote to the one in charge of ECA, telling her to force me to quit my ECAs. I had to cut down on one. Slowly, I cut down on all. It wasn't because I was forced to. I decided I needed a break to focus on my studies. That was my turning point... when I entered Year 3.
Suddenly, I felt sad. I regretted not focusing on my studies. I flunked my exams because I refused to study. What the hell... i still flunked my exam eventhough I studied. It was because I had a dispute with the female lecturer. She was a pain in many asses. Still, I managed to graduate with a not so bad credits. Could have done better, though.
Now, I realise that it is super foolish to think I have no freedom. It comes with a price that has to be earned. That is the trust. However, the fight about it will never end. I just have to face the fact that whatever they restrict me to do, shall be for my own good in prolly the near future.
To conclude, it is sad that the Young Generations (practically Malay Community) feel restricted eventhough it appears that their parents do give them the freedom. However, parents, who are too busy with their own lives and careers, give too much trust on their children. This results in them taking their freedom for granted, doing things they shouldn't do and not doing things they ought to do.
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