I wish I could be independent now. For now I hate being told by mom that I need to do this and that, why I don’t do this and that, why I never do this and that, etc etc. My mom is super-prejudiced. I hate it so so so much when she wants me to judge and do things as she does. 

I want to live at a small apartment somewhere in the States, paying for everything on my own even though I might be very poor, and doing a job that’s challenging enough for me. My apartment will be pretty messy because I’m lazy. I will cook very simple meal but still find it tasty because when I’m hungry after a day of work, anything is good, and because I make it myself. There will have no one around trying to put ingredients I don’t like into my dish and complain when I add sugar to my food. I will spend money on shopping when I get my salary without being yelled at. I will buy a cheap car in navy, and on Holiday, I will go on a road trip. In short, it’ll be an awesome free life.

Look like I’m reminiscing about my days at college in the States except the part about a cheap navy car. Anyway, writing these stuffs down remedies my annoyance of being complained at every smallest thing at home. I will definitely love my parents more when I meet them less often. Long live freedom! 

artisticengineering:

Don’t know why I’m here.

Finals are coming but I’m still here.

The reason: to be more educated…

“[The] writer’s business is both to imagine the possible rescue of Piggy Sneed and to set fire that will trap him.”

(“Trying to Save Piggy Sneed,” John Irving)

It’s so true. The writer’s instinct is to set herself into trouble and then rescue herself in the most dramatic way. It’s her nature to seek out drama and extreme emotions, to experience something out of ordinary. At the end of the day, there are no bad persons on Earth except the scheme-loving writer herself. Illustrated by my life.