Time to myself for myself
I think I need another break. I thought I was going to find time for that these few weeks in Singapore. But no, it seems that my life at home is full of expectations and obligations, these which suppress me, suppress my personality. I am lamenting again. I replied Georgie's message today, in which I said in jest that I do not feel Xiao-ish at all. No, that was not in jest, I was serious. I am not joking when I say that I do indeed feel like I'm living in China centuries ago, a merchant's eldest daughter, well-trained to be the woman of a family, coming of age and ready to be wed. What is first exchanged during conversations about me is a list of my achievements that in their opinion show my abilithy to take up the role of young mistress (少 奶 奶). It kills the soul. I yearn to be back where freedom is, and freedom is not less than a week away…
我要反传统, 但没力气反, 我的性格根本就不够刚烈!
所以才逃避, 所以才默默的忍着…
