I always thought myself as different, but it turns out that I am like any other asian girl in those stereotypical novels, seeking approval from my parents.<\/p>\n
I accidentally left my apartment keys in my mom\\’s car Friday and she had gone to work with them in the car. Thus, I had to stall my return to Berkeley so that I could drive all the way to Martinez to get my keys. On the way to Berkeley, I could tell that my dad was unhappy about the situation. Not only did this week I lost my credit card but also I lost my mom\\’s Costco card. And I delayed my response to the companies and them. Disgruntled. Plus I am sure they\\’re still upset from how I procrastinate to the last minute to send my rent.<\/p>\n
You would think that I had gotten high accolades for being a good child. For never getting into (deep) trouble in school or with the law. For never getting pregnant while I was underage (remember the last words that my mom gave to my sister before she went to college – DON\\’T GET PREGNANT!) For attending the top public university in the nation. For always attaining good jobs and good internships throughout the year. For NEVER overspending. Alas, parents. I suppose this is because good<\/i> becomes only average. And the view that the grass is always better on the other side.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I always thought myself as different, but it turns out that I am like any other asian girl in those stereotypical novels, seeking approval from my parents. I accidentally left my apartment keys in my mom\\’s car Friday and she … Continue reading