It has been one year plus that I ignored my blog as my life changes since I move to this place. There is no extra time for me to sit down and write my feeling.
Well, talk about "big fight" last night. Two days before, it was the 8th day of Chinese New Year. Hokkien-nes are required to pray at the midnight. I followed Mr Ant back to his hometown after been struggling for one week. Forget about the travelling time,how his parents/relatives, the environment over there. The main point is I didn't take the Chinese joint stick to pray. Instead of it, I stood behind with his relative's Philippine maid together.
Then, last night, volcano erupted. We were eating our dinner till he said I am extremely selfish for not being pray. There are some words still lingering in my mind as they have etched in my heart.
'难道拿那香会死么?你爸爸妈妈是怎样教你嘚?没家教!......"
(chinese and direct translation: Take the joint stick will die isn't? You parents never teach you or not? You are such as bastard...")
Well, I shouted at him, don't ever say about my parents. I ain't pray not because of my family, it is all about myself. Don't ever say that my parents never teach me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I kept quiet then...
It was hard, very tough to sleep last night. I drank half bottle of wine, mixed the Carlsberg and strong Whiskey. Cried non-stop and cried till I slept finally. I dreamed. Dreamed about packing all my clothes, dreamed about my family came here with sober faces, they are fetching me back to Banting.
Aunty A called me for one hours plus.
I think I have made a decision.
God will help me pass through all obstacles. I need to be strong and independent.
