I have often wondered what would become of me if I did not choose to read literature back when I was 17. The impromptu decision to register for the subject without the knowledge of my parents really makes me wonder how on earth did I gather such courage to do so.

My doing so certainly led to one too many arguments and expletives being showered in the household for the next two years (after SPM through to my decision to take up the subject for A-Levels) and finally making it to University.

I think I have caused my parents a lot of pain (they were expecting more of me, I think. Lawyer? Accountant? Doctor?) and ALL of my relatives gave my parents hell at every family gathering

‘Why is it you let your daughter do that subject? Might as well send her to a teacher’s training college.’

‘I would never spend that kind of money, letting your daughter study abroad in SUCH a subject.’

Come on, how degrading is literature? It’s not like I will graduate and become the scum of society (which many of my relatives are, sorry to say) but I actually gain knowledge out of it and more importantly, it is something I enjoy doing very much.

So why are you saying so much when your children barely make it through university? Do give my parents a break and stop being jealous of them.

Them sending me abroad does not make us filthy rich.

It’s just that they decided to part with their money because they love us so very much and want the best for us.

Now, what’s with me these days? Am really being in a rant-y mood. =(

Some people. Are simply CFB (don’t ask what it means it’s incredibly vulgar)

Even though they are family. Even though they are considered the only extended family you’ve got left.

Still they can be incredibly selfish.

Pissed. So self centred. Perhaps dad was right, to a certain extent.