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Sorry for the dramallama!s in the last post, I was tired and way beyond pissed off. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I still feel the same way, that I wouldn't be able to stand living in this country, even if (and this is a big if) I wanted to marry Some Korean Guy (this is obviously not the case). There is simply too much I won't stand for, because I haven't been educated just so I could snivel around everyone involved in my life.
So thanks to everyone for the concern~ It touches my heart muchly :)
There's still a lot of drama and tensions running, but the wedding is in less than 24 hours now, and I just feel a little strange. That might just be the Coleridge text I'm reading so I can write a paper on though... that's right, I'm on the opposite side of the earth and I'm still doing homework.
Much money has been spent, mind-buggering amounts that I simply boggle, then sigh and accept... this is just the way things are done here. Heaven forbid I wear the wrong shoes or dress and have the wrong hair... etc.
I don't know if this is a strange way of thinking... but if some bitch didn't have a problem stealing someone's husband, then I certainly don't trust her to keep her hands to herself in my house. We're going to have a guest in the flat tomorrow because of infernal family politics, but I flat out refuse to allow her into my sister's room. It's bad enough she and the man she's living with is in my home, but to let her sleep in the bride's room with all her treasures and memory-laden things? I think not.
So she's staying in my room instead. Which I'm still unhappy about, and I WILL keep a very sharp eye out for things, but at least this room's not lived in, it's just the computer room filled with my books and perfume.
Also.. I really dislike my grandfather for a good many reasons, and his mistress is not someone I need to respect. Especially since she was sleeping with the bastard while my grandmother was dying of cancer.
Btw, mum and sisters decided it's about time I get my first brand bag *facepalm* so... uh, yeah. I got the most practical one possible, so I don't feel too much like a sellout. Really.
OH! and my sister bought me Ouendan!!!! :DDDD and I have a new dress from Morgan as well. The End.
So thanks to everyone for the concern~ It touches my heart muchly :)
There's still a lot of drama and tensions running, but the wedding is in less than 24 hours now, and I just feel a little strange. That might just be the Coleridge text I'm reading so I can write a paper on though... that's right, I'm on the opposite side of the earth and I'm still doing homework.
Much money has been spent, mind-buggering amounts that I simply boggle, then sigh and accept... this is just the way things are done here. Heaven forbid I wear the wrong shoes or dress and have the wrong hair... etc.
I don't know if this is a strange way of thinking... but if some bitch didn't have a problem stealing someone's husband, then I certainly don't trust her to keep her hands to herself in my house. We're going to have a guest in the flat tomorrow because of infernal family politics, but I flat out refuse to allow her into my sister's room. It's bad enough she and the man she's living with is in my home, but to let her sleep in the bride's room with all her treasures and memory-laden things? I think not.
So she's staying in my room instead. Which I'm still unhappy about, and I WILL keep a very sharp eye out for things, but at least this room's not lived in, it's just the computer room filled with my books and perfume.
Also.. I really dislike my grandfather for a good many reasons, and his mistress is not someone I need to respect. Especially since she was sleeping with the bastard while my grandmother was dying of cancer.
Btw, mum and sisters decided it's about time I get my first brand bag *facepalm* so... uh, yeah. I got the most practical one possible, so I don't feel too much like a sellout. Really.
OH! and my sister bought me Ouendan!!!! :DDDD and I have a new dress from Morgan as well. The End.