when I was 16, I never hanging out with my friends only limit to school, I accept the fate despite most of friends were all hanging out and leaving was acceptable, they understand it and I have to sit at home dong nothing but to socialize with my family and I don't have a cousin or anyone as close to my age to talk to during weekend. That was probably why I cherished my school life more than be at home.
when I entered Uni, finally my parent release me and I was wild out to wonder with friends and my brother who are more than nothing to do but to take me out for movie or just filling their boring time. The only problem I had was I need to return home every week with no exception, I can drive but my parent reluctant to let me drive solo. Once I returned home, I have limited permission to hang out with my friends, its understandable, being the youngest and the only daughter was really hard life. I slip this one through =_="
Recently, my parent allow me to drive solo to Tutong which was a big step for me since I was only allowed to drive with escort in my village and from UBD. It was great experince and thank God I didn't hit anyone or anything. when I returned home, my father was a bit worried that I could drive on my own because he said I will go out often, like what~ dad, I'm 21! I thought you're the one who insist to mom to let me drive on my own! Even mum is heavenly sleeping while I drive alone to Tutong.
Then there's a time I want to buy a table, my former table was demolished completely (because it was rotten by termites and I 'm just helping speeding it up). Since I spent most of my time at my dorm I figured that a small table is just fine for me
it was bit like this but more simpler
Then, I have no place to put my other electronic stuff and I have tons of gadget and I need to put my precious printer in a proper place, so I decided to look for a simple decent table like these:
I mean I don't mind if I have this table! as long I could put my laptop and printer in a proper place!
Then when we went to the furniture retailer, my dad was persisting to buy a very big table! It cost 4 times the money I withdraw to but a simple table, he said he will pay it for me as long as the table was his own choice, I was reluctant at first because it was fucking big and I have a small fucking room but both my parent insist and I have to let them pay a gigantic table for me. I thanked them but I feel my adulthood somehow slowly rotted....I dunno maybe I'm just an asshole
This the real pic of my table
Forever be my parent little kid
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