Sunday, February 18, 2007
I don’t know why
Or perhaps I do.
First and foremost, Happy Chinese New Year! Generally, I am a person who enjoys having family-get-togethers. I like the idea of throwing parties, and having people I like (usually) come together and make merry. When I grow up and get married, I know it sounds funny but, I am going to enjoy hosting parties in my house and inviting people over.
Secondly, there is no way I can ever deny that family-get-togethers can also be a pain in the ass, especially relatives on my father’s side. Come on, I do like them (usually) because they can be nice and most importantly, they are family. Gosh, but do I hate it when they get critical and sarcastic. It is very hurtful and very unkind.
I have a habit to steer clear of people like that, because it is either that, or I get myself terribly upset and angry then later sink into a depression. I think I shouldn’t be ashamed to admit that sometimes what my relatives say do get me down, and I hate that since young. When I was younger it was worse because I never had an ally ( I wish I had siblings), my parents just weren’t the kind who would stand up for their child, it used to hurt me a lot but now I learned that its just the way they are— passive.
I know I have mentioned before that I like (usually) and respect people who are very in-your-face. I still do, but their criticism has to be something I agree upon. The one thing I resent above the rest is sarcasm. It is unconstructive, in fact very destructive and hurtful.
Sometimes, when I reflect upon my decision to not marry a Chinese, not just because Caucasian and fair Indian men are sexy, hot and able to carry themselves better (haha!), but perhaps it is because I fear marrying someone like my father or his brothers. A very disloyal thought I know, but just the thought of marrying some one chauvinistic is enough to make me shudder. Perhaps Caucasians and fair Indians are chauvinistic too, but I've been living on first hand experience how annoyingly proud and egocentric chinese men can be.
Imagine if I marry a Chinese guy, I’d probably live a life like my neighbour downstairs. She’s forever looking pissed as if the world owes her something. Today, she scolded her husband and both of them came in the lift, her looking like she’s about to explode and him looking really miserable. Though I must say they are a very pretty couple.
That about it, HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!
P.s. I changed the contend a little...
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JOANIE
I am pretty much like every other girl. Perhaps not that much. I like thinking for my own. One thing I can't tolerate is for people to tell me they know me. I find that terribly arrogant.
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