I want to break free-

I’m typing this down on Microsoft Word and then posting this on another day because my hotel’s wi-fi has decided to act up and not work.

Anyway, I’m horribly tired. My parents and I decided to catch the evening show of ‘We will rock you’ and I’ve just arrived back at the hotel. I’m also a little pissed off cuz’ dad was so ‘kiasu’, he just HAD to leave right after the musical had ended. And apparently, the audience started shouting for an encore, and I heard ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ playing as I left the theatre… and I swear, my heart literally broke then.

Overall, it was a good day. But as usual, my parents always manage to damper it with all their nonsense. No bloody surprise there, really. I’m already getting sick of being the ‘control’ in their little ‘tug-of-war’. I feel like if I have to tolerate more of this, I’m gonna just beg to move into my dorm MUCH earlier.

One example of the little ‘games’ they play: My mum tends to walk really fast. And my dad isn’t what you’d describe as the fittest. And I’m ALWAYS fucking stuck in the middle, making sure my mum doesn’t wander off too far and my dad can keep up. Like the bloody fucking parent.

Also, my mum tends to act like an auntie. Also, no big deal. And then my dad complains about her, then my mum complains about him, and then, my dad complains about EVERYTHING. And I just think ‘okay. Only a week left.’

Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents more than life itself; can’t imagine a life without either of them… But when it comes to family time, I ALWAYS stick to one favourite phrase of mine: ‘Quality before Quantity’.

And we’ve had TOO much quantity thus far. And I’m about to ‘quantity’ their asses back to Singapore before I completely forget reasons why I should miss them.

Alright. That’s pretty much been my day. Beside the whole tourist-going-sight-seeing thing and all that.

Right. And also. We went to Madame Tussauds’ today. And I realize that I will never ever ever ever EVER ever be okay with going through haunted houses. Because it seems too real and I have too much of an imagination. And most importantly, I’m too much of a coward. Okay?

Lots of love! <3