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Happy birthday, Lemon!

I turned 30 just short of one month ago, and honestly it hasn’t quite sink in yet. I feel like, it’s just the way of life, you know? That you got older as the year gone by, and that’s pretty much it. It is the nature of things that I don’t like being told what to do with my life. I hated it, still do actually. And maybe that’s why the idea of growing old never really quite hit me, because I refuse to acknowledge what it all means. But, maybe today that’s about to change.

Today is my baby brother’s 27th birthday. It’s crazy, it honestly is. Because to me, he’s still my baby brother, the one in diaper and the one I told that he was adopted growing up. When you grow up, you change. You become an entirely different person than who you used to be when you were younger. I like to think I didn’t change at all from when I was younger, and to some extent it is true, but looking at how much my brother had changed from when he was still drooling and in diaper, it brought my own life into perspective. But, I’m not here to tell you about my life’s stories (that’s for another time), I’m here to tell you a story of my baby brother, which I will call Lemon in this story. Don’t ask why.

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Joyeux Anniversaire, Petty!

The big 3 and 0!

Pfft, like that means anything.

Dear Petty, you’re going to have tons of birthday wishes today, but none will be like mine. Ha! I’m not good with words nor with wishing people on their birthdays. It seems lame, my wishes that is. So, instead of lame ass wishes, I’m going to write (and post) this letter (turned blog post) to you. Here goes! Continue reading “Joyeux Anniversaire, Petty!”

Rambling about books

Book review: The Green Road, by Anne Enright

Source: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24794405-the-green-road

Spanning thirty years and three continents, The Green Road tells the story of Rosaleen, matriarch of the Madigan family, and her four children.

Ardeevin, County Clare, Ireland. 1980. When her oldest brother Dan announces he will enter the priesthood, young Hanna watches her mother howl in agony and retreat to her room. In the years that follow, the Madigan children leave one by one: Dan for the frenzy of New York under the shadow of AIDS; Constance for a hospital in Limerick, where petty antics follow simple tragedy; Emmet for the backlands of Mali, where he learns the fragility of love and order; and Hanna for modern-day Dublin and the trials of her own motherhood. When Christmas Day reunites the children under one roof, each confronts the terrible weight of family ties and the journey that brought them home. The Green Road is a major work of fiction about the battles we wage for family, faith, and love. (Goodreads)

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Don’t patronise me.

So, this was something that was nagging me since yesterday, but I was caught up with trying to finish my presentation and packing (I’m on a trip today) that I totally forgot about posting about it. Besides, I did a book review yesterday, so I thought better to post it to the next day so as to not bombard people with my unnecessary rant. Well, here goes.

This started with RAM sharing The Oatmeal comic about not having kids yet. Here, I’ll post the comic.

Source: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/kids

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How about getting to know me a bit?

My parents and I.

Since I’m feeling a bit sad now that I have to cut my time on reading my books, I wanted to fill this blog with something else; something that definitely no one would care about, but I’m going to do it anyway. Well in case anyone out there wants to know me a bit, I’ll be posting some stories about me in this blog. This is one of those stories.

Do I have a good relationship with my parents? I genuinely don’t know. I spent my younger years moving around a lot because of my Father’s job and I hated him for that. I was a socially anxious kid and to move around a lot does not help at all. Also, my father was a very strict man; there were times when he would be yelling to us kids, or at times he got a bit physical and hit us when we were kids. During my Junior High School years, I rebel against him when he hit me and after that he stopped hitting us altogether.

My family was never a lovey dovey kind of family, and growing up I spent my angsty teenage years in the care of my grandmother who spoiled me. I only see my mum and dad along with my sibling on the weekend or during school break. It was not weird for me to not live with my core family as I always have been very close to my grandmother and my unmarried aunt.

During my college years, I went to the same University as my elder sister, and that’s when my mum starts to build a relationship with me. She wanted me to keep an eye on my sister; she would never admit that was her intention but I can just tell it might have contributed to the fact she tried to reach out to me. During my second year of college, a family tragedy struck our family and it hit my mum pretty badly. At that time, I was going through my second wave of being an angsty teen but also at the same time I tried to be there for my mum.

Eventually I develop somewhat of a weird relationship with my mum; I would respect her very much and cared for her deeply, but I would not say that our relationship was anywhere close to a regular mother and daughter relationship. To put it simply, I tolerate her and I let her think that we have somewhat of a cool mother and daughter relationship. As for my dad, nothing ever get back to normal after the moment that I confront him about hitting us when we were kids. It didn’t get better when on my third year of college, I confront him about our family tragedy that also in a way affects my younger brother deeply.

I’m 27 now and I live abroad without any close family or friends; there are times where I looked back at how my relationship with my parents affects me. I would like to think that whatever happened between my parents and me had nothing to do with how I turned out to be, but eventually I knew and realised that it did affect me and much has been a huge contributing factor at how I make choices in life.

I resigned from my first job after college because I knew that my dad thinks it’s not a legit job (it actually is a legit job, but my dad was a man from a bygone era, he thinks working in an advertising field does not count as a real work). I took up another line of job (of which I spent the better half of my angsty teenage years thinking that I wanted this line of work) only to hate it, but I keep the job anyway because I like the fact that I could gloat about my job in front of my dad. He looked down upon me when I was growing up, because I was never as outstanding as my elder sister or as smart as my younger brother; I liked the fact that I had that element of surprise when I told him I got this job. I took the scholarship to South Korea, even though I have no interest or knowledge whatsoever about South Korea, just so I can show my dad that I can achieve something great without his money.

Eventually, almost all of my big decisions were made because I wanted to show my dad that I worth something. So, I might not have what people would assume as a good relationship with my parents, but I tolerate them. I tolerate them enough to still respect them and try my best to not be of a problem or a burden to them.