It seems that I never have anything to good to write anymore. It must be the fact that I am at home and that my computer is not always internet-accessible all times. The time that it takes to connect to the net is the time that dampens the strength of what I want to say. Yup, from the very beginning of this entry, I could sense the big *YAWN*, I'll cause in everyone. Good luck. :)

"You never listen to me," my dad said to me earlier today.
That was a response to the fact that he told me to take a shower an hour earlier but I hadn't. Contrary to half of the world's human population, I have a tendency to shy away from bathrooms. To stay away from them as long as possible. These rooms are the places where my bad memories had occurred. No...not that...but just that brutal debates start so easily within a place meant for physical revealing. For me, it's somewhat too much of an emotional revealing. Nonetheless, there's that thing that Hien said earlier--"My sister and brother never listen to my dad, so I am the one that has to." Blah blah. In the morning when I was reading the paper today, I came across a Mark Twain quote--"When I was 14, my father was so ignorant that I didn't want to listen to him talk. When I was 21, I was amazed to see how much he had learned in those seven years." Still, my father's ideals clash mine...as with my mother's ideals. I can almost willingly say that I am the perfect daughter...or an idealistic one at the most. A daughter who maintained a high gpa through high school (an amazing feat to say the least). A daughter who is attending one of the top colleges in the world. A daughter who adamantly refuses to lie. A daughter who has morals. Yet, I am viewing myself idealistically. It's still unfair how I am constantly restrained. Unfair.
Well, I am heavily influenced by the media. Because I have absolutely nothing to do (not allowed to venture into the "dangerous" cities and an insane curfew--at the age of 18?), I have submitted to watching the influx of reality shows. On a rerun of Real World, it was odd how much I could empathize with Julie and her father. Still. Oh and duh...I did watch Temptation Island. No not all of it. So that's what fate is like. (Note to Alan: my only temptation is in you. Nobody else.)

I moved back to my dorm today. Jiong was annoying as usual. Yet my dorm neighbor started that perspective by that comment he made about two months ago. Or actually it was a declaration. I carried the two boxes holding my computer into my dorm myself. Then the bag carrying the "accessories". Set up everything by myself. My side of the dorm is still a mess...but that's okay. Papers still were strewn on my desk. Then some smelly...uh...dot dot dot...that I had left in my closet. Then there was the cup of silverware that I had left unwashed since I left in December. Yet I still couldn't find the missing power cord and my mitten. The lost mitten is still lost.

I can eat now. I look almost at the point of normal. Almost.