And the case is solved. No more hitting my head on the wall...

Yesterday, I got a call from my friends from college, asking me “What the hell are you doing? Go and CHECK if there is any university application that you submitted has got approvals!” Well, I did, using SMS, and it burned out a good deal of my credit. Anyway….guess what I got….

I got in a university…well, of course….dad’s. And what luck, I got into the food science faculty, right beside Dad’s faculty. To think it this way…that was weird. Probably dad’s friend put me in. I saw in their website that Dad’s friend would be one of my lecturers next semester.

D’OH! It always happen this way, doesn’t it? From I was in grade school…my teachers are friends, friend-of-a-friend or spouse of dad’s or mom’s friends. And EVERYTHING I do gets told to mom and dad every time I got home. That STINKS! And they were like, “Hey, your girl cried at school”; or “Your girl just got detention,” or something like “She didn’t finish her homework.” Tell-Alls!

To think I another way, I guess my life is controlled by them after all. My friends had their parents saying “I don’t care what you do after you graduated high school. As long as you go SOMEWHERE,” and “I don’t care what course you got as long as it gives us the greens,” but then again, most of them can’t even tell a CGPA from CGPS, ‘A’ level from ‘O’ level. Seriously. My mom and dad….well, they control me up to Diploma, Bac. Hons, and even up to Master. One thing they don’t want to control is my love life. “Get your own boyfriend in your first year,” said mom. Oh, yeah, that’s mission impossible to me.

And the worst part is, I think I’ll be losing a big chunk of my social life. Since my faculty is beside dad’s, I don’t have to go anywhere except lug around Mr. Casanova Daddy Who Likes to Tackle His Own Students. That’s mom’s idea. And plus, since I am a Professor’s daughter, I am exempted from living in hostels. That’s not a good thing! I still live with my parents. Oh, this is not about the being-unfashionably-daddy’s-girl issue. Actually since I am still living with them, my life runs like this:

1: Wake up, go for the bathroom while it’s empty (and beware of the mushrooms sprouting from the bathroom door, courtesy of my little brother)
2: Take a breakfast, If there is one;
3: Go to the wash and take out the laundry (and remember, laundry for SIX, not only mine’s)
4: Feed the cat; or trying to get away from them
5: Go to lectures early, as early as the professor’s trying to se up his lecture notes
6: Lectures with Dad’s friend, who will probably be eyeing me for mistakes
( I like to sleep in lectures);
7: Do not go home, Lug around dad while having lunch together with him;
8: Still cannot go home now…Professor’s work from nine to five, remember? Now stay put inside Daddy’s day care reading all your lecture notes.
(And if you wanna take a bath, just go to the nearest ladies’ room)
9: Forgot to tell you. Dad’s an overtime freak. Now have your late evening snack at the faculty, consisting of dried crackers and instant mee from dad’s drawer.
10: Go home, take a REAL bath and, hopefully not COOK, WASH DISHES or do the NEXT DAY LAUNDRY for SIX!
11: Revision? No silly, there is no such thing as a study table in my house. Watch TV all night like Dad does. The best example of a common 9 to 5 white collar man’s life.
12: Sleep. After worrying about whether I should prepare breakfast for everyone, or search for little brother’s school uniform for tomorrow.

The saddest thing is that….well, I can never go out with friends. They all live in hostels now, and I’ve lost the hostel community life I used to have in college. Plus, I will NOT be able to practice martial arts because 1: I cannot go out at night for the practices (It’s usually at night) and 2: My parents will KILL me if they know I have an instinct to practice violent kung-fus. My lives…is lectures, dad’s office, the cafeteria and the library, and then go home. No meeting with friends. No late night slumber party at somebody’s room. No evening jogging sessions and sport practices (not that I liked it, it’s just that it’s a good way to strike a conversation)

All my parents know now is they are happy because they don’t need to pay for ANYTHING except my semester fees (books are free for lecturer to borrow, for like, the whole semester). Mom is happy because hopefully, the sight of me trailing behind my Dad would be so hideous the sight that it send signals to other young girl students to stay away from ‘the old man with a midlife crisis, a balding patch and a nerd daughter on his back’

But the good thing is….
1: I get to drive the family car (only if I knew how!)
2: I get unlimited access in Dad’s internet enabled office (that means lots of time to draw and update my blog)
3: I get free food (dad pays for lunch, and he’s quite generous, looking at his appetite), and excused from lousy club meetings
4: Get to go shopping (do you know there are FOUR malls around here? Whoo!)
5: I got a free laptop, and a hand phone for making Dad’s day when I announced the course to him yesterday. Of course I can use his camera and video cam now.
6: I get to borrow books, and never return them to the library for THREE months (Professor’s exemption)
7: More time to spend to draw manga and do animation, since I also have a laptop
9: I still get to watch satellite TV, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network and never feel like somebody will know and say “Hah! Not growing up yet?”. And I could get my daily dose of MTV and Never look nerdy again.
10: Oh, yeah, I probably can wear whatever I like cuz I’m the professor’s daughter…
11: But…I just realized that since dad paid for food and books…there’s NO ALLOWANCE MONEY! AAAARGH! NO SHOPPING!


I still feel like something's missing.

"I'm a slam yer head on the wall if that's what it takes"

Oh, that? Just what my mom said to me. Wanna know how? (BTW, can’t draw. Scanner’s busted, and also being guarded by an evil guardian—not really, just dad’s co-workers)
It goes like this: After college, I need to apply to a varsity. And here, we apply them online. Now mom and dad had already DECIDED for me where to go, as you can read in my earlier blog. I never naturally agreed, but I went in to apply and put in my own favorite courses. And, for the sake of pleasing mom, I put in her ‘favorites’.
As my college final exam passed, I got 3.7 out of the full mark of 4.0. Isn’t that WICKED? Haha! Anyway, I realized that I put mom’s favourite courses on top of that list. So I might be offered that course. What was it? Oh nothing, just…being a student at MY DAD’S COURSE! First of all, I don’t like that course; secondly, I thought to myself: if I got a chance to do something I really like (with 3.7 I can get almost anything), why not go for it? I changed my course options with my big bro on my side. He thought it must be influenced by him or something; because most of them are at his university’s, but that’s not true. I wanted that courses badly, and I wanted that university because I believed in it.
Now comes that problem. Bro is quite a talker, and he spilled it to mom while they were in that university. Bad move, bro. He got grilled and nagged and insulted whatnots until he messaged me on the phone, telling me to “Pretend to go to sleep! Mom’s in a fit. She’s coming home to you any second.”
The next day was calm until mom forced me to go to dad’s office and resubmit the application. Too late, mom. If you hadn’t had a fit of rage with bro and had the time to resubmit it back, you’ll now that the dateline has PASSED!
That’s when mom said the words. “I’ll hit your head on the wall if that’s what it takes. You stubborn, idiotic little kid!” She was screaming and screaming and all I could do is smile because she looks really silly when she’s angry. I think dad was secretly happy cuz nobody’s monitoring his secret affairs anymore.
After that mom and I sat in the car. She finally slowed down her tone and said, “Are you happy now? If dad ran away with another woman, it’s your fault.” Well, what about me, mom? I can’t suffer my butt off learning something I don’t like for three years. I’ll just be living in regret everyday, and my results will drop, and I got kicked out of the university. It could happen; it already happened when I took Math in college. It kills me, really!
There’s another problem: money. If I am a student of dad’s, I could cut some cost such as living expenses and books. The university of my choice, however, is in the big city. Bro is also there; but even if we share a rented room it is still gonna make us starve. This brings me to the second point: money does not grow on trees. Sis is in college, Big Bro is barely in his first year. The other two siblings of mine are in junior high and middle school. Sigh…
You know, I’m scared like hell. My friends think I’m lucky cuz most of them didn’t even pass 3.5, and I could still choose any science Hons degree I wanted. But that’s not it. When mom told me she’ll slam my head on the wall, she really means it. Her face was serious, albeit a little silly. Mom can get really crazy sometimes, like Gran said to me once. Mom turned her back on her own sister because of money; what makes you think she won’t really turn her back on me? I had these crazy nightmares of her slamming me to the wall as soon as the Offer Letter comes and she sees the cost of bringing me to university.
I won’t tell anyone what my courses are. But I’ll tell you this: I chose it, I’m prepared for it. God speed!