Since I am so well kept in, I had no form of communication with the outside world besides the 'old' fashion way - calling

I did not really get to sit down and 'touch' the computer or such. My real proper interaction was when I hit twelve. I was granted a laptop. It was all foreign and weird to me.

I played Barbies till I was twelve. I play tea time with my collection of stuff toys till I was twelve. I quit piano when I was eleven but I picked up Gu Zheng when I was twelve.

So, I played the Gu Zheng when I was twelve. Music was an escape, something that I can pour myself into, like writing which I discovered when I was twelve. I was finally away from my Grandma, my dad's mum; and I was exposed to taking the public bus home and more freedom than I could ever imagine. We moved house. I was looked after by my mum's mum, her grip on me was like satin ribbons bounding me to her; unlike the steel thorns that my other grandma had. I felt loved and more happier than ever before. I played Mahjong with her every other day. I watched drama serials with her everyday.

I never asked permission from my parents whether I could go to my friends houses as I would skip CCA practices and extra lessons just for a day of fun. But I still look out from my window and watch the other children play on days that I do not have either of them. I never asked for I already knew what the answer would be.

I knew nothing about the internet. Really, no idea or such. Call me stupid or primitive.

The computer was just a device I used to write stories. Nothing much. My friends in school are talking about their idols and stuff that I don't really know much about. The only thing that I can share with my best friend was Meg Cabot books. Not exposed to anime/manga yet.

I never studied. I seldom do any homework lest it interest me. I kept reading my storybooks and bury myself in that world of fantasy where there is always a happy ending somehow. I would borrow books from my school library everyday - my best friend is a librarian there

Once, I borrowed this really REALLY thick book: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (hardcover ed)
I read finished and I wanted to drop it in the book slot and it got stuck in the hole. I had to tug and pull before it finally went in.

When I get reprimanded for certain stuff, I would cry and confide in my animals namely Meowfie. The cat which my Great grandmother gave. Which was always threatened to be thrown away.

I would like to praise blogger for the save-as-you-type system. My family are a nosey lot. I feel that my privacy is invaded. We are family but there is a line not to cross. My parents don't tell me everything why should I tell then? Just because I am a child of theirs? That is one reason that I really hate.

The little taste of freedom got into me. I wanted more. More time out and about.

Yet again, I was interrupted. Thank you blogger for saving this.

I have lost my train of thoughts but I will continue this under another title.

Thank you my dear friend, for reading my rants about my life~

Labels: Heart, Writing