| | It's been a long, long first day back at school. Was gonna do work when I came home but I don't feel like it now so I might as well update. As to why I'm upset, I'll get to that later. :/
Sunday
Awesome day out. :) Combined service at Wesley in the morning, where I bumped into Stef, and lunch with Jon at Pepper Lunch, one of my favourite places to eat despite the fact that I always order the same thing. x) This time, I decided to try the teryaki chicken instead of my usual beef pepper rice, and was disappointed when the rice came separately and therefore didn't have the tasty flavours mixed in. :/ I also wasn't allowed to add cheese to my set, which was a major bummer. Pfft.
Played pool after, which we hadn't done in a while, got owned (naturally), and then caught Land of the Lost. :) It'd only got like 1.5 stars, but that's expected because it's just for laughs. I was really surprised when Anna Friel opened her mouth and out came a British accent, in Pushing Daisies she's got an American accent. ._.
Had to rush off when the movie was done to go to my grandparents' place. Dinner was at a Chinese seafood restaurant at the Singapore Flyer, and I took the opportunity when my mother and I were waiting for my father and grandfather to visit the toilet to ask her about going to England. Her initial reaction was to shake her head, frown and go "no, no, no". Nevertheless, I persisted, countering all the reasons she began to list as to why it wasn't a good idea, and when my father reappeared she asked for his opinion and he assured her it'd be okay. She then hit him on the back and accused him of being too easygoing about everything, but didn't say no again when I asked her what I should tell Jon. The matter also wasn't discussed any further so I naively thought it wasn't a definite answer yet. :/ I went to bed that night, half-hoping, half-not daring to hope.
Today
The dreaded return to school. It's really amazing how quickly the holidays passed, they just seem to whiz by faster and faster each time. :/ Anyway, we received our new timetables for the second semester and they're alright I suppose, although I still prefer the old timetable. Mondays are absolutely killer now, with five lessons in a row and tutorials for every subject except our H1s. :/ Fortunately, we end earlier on Tuesdays and dismissal on the rest of the days remains the same, which means getting through Monday is the only tough part. Yay. :D
Got back our math and chemistry mid-year papers as well. Scored an A for math, albeit a lower one than I'd expected, and, surprise surprise, a U for chemistry. :/ Okay, actually, I was surprised when I saw my mark, because I didn't think I'd fail that badly. :/ Turns out a lot of the questions were trickier than I'd realised. Sigh. At least a pathetic two people in class passed, which shows that organic chemistry is simply asdfghjkl;.
The main event of the day took place on the way home in my mother's car. Out of nowhere she was like, "Have you told Jon I'm not allowing you to go to England?" And I went, "What?! Why???" She began to explain again why she disapproved, the main gist of which was that, firstly, she thinks I'm/we're too young/serious and to "wait a couple of years" and, secondly, she doesn't trust us not to wind up in the same bedroom together, despite my insistence that there'll be three adults (Jon's parents plus grandmother) chaperoning us at all times. :/ The parts that pissed me off the most were:
Mother: You going with his family is indicative of you already being their daughter-in-law. I told you to slow down the pace of the relationship but you didn't listen to me, did you? What makes you think you'll stay with him?
Me: *Keeps quiet, because I know whatever I say will just make her see me as a foolish, lovestruck teenager*
Mother (continuing): What if you break up? I'll have to watch you be miserable every day, pick up the pieces for you...
Me: What makes you think I'll need you to? (This honestly isn't me being rude. Good friends would know I very rarely ask, outright, for help or comfort. I don't expect anyone to be there for me, and besides, I believe I'll always be okay eventually.)
Me: If it were Keith (my brother), at my age, asking to do the same thing, you'd let him go wouldn't you?
Mother: Your brother never had any of these funny ideas.
Me: But if he did, I bet you would've said yes.
Mother: ...He's a guy.
I cannot tell you how angry that made me. He's a guy? Big. Effing. Deal. What, he can take better care of himself? Yeah right, he's way more scatterbrained than I am, my mother says so herself. What, he's less likely to end up having sex? Or, worse still, it's okay if he does? Sheesh, give me a break, seriously. I thought my mother was smart; I guess intelligence and open-mindedness don't necessarily go hand-in-hand.
I wanted to tell her I hated her. Hated her for imposing her rules on me, for not even trying to understand my point of view, when she knew how much I wanted this. But I didn't. It's immature and spiteful and untrue, and I'm not that kind of person. I have never told anyone to his or her face that I hated her and I probably never will. She's only doing this because she cares about me. I can't blame her for that. :/
Anyhow, I called Jon when I got back and told him the story, tearfully (yes I cry rather easily). The first thing he said, after a pause, was, "...Do you have your passport? Let's elope." :o Hahaha. I couldn't help smiling then, and by the end of our conversation (consisting mostly of me ranting) I was feeling better, and had even reluctantly let a giggle out a few times. :) He's the best, I swear. He also spoke to his parents and the plan now is that, sometime next week, when his exams are over, his mother will give mine a ring and talk to her (no promises though). Of course, I'll have to pretend I didn't know anything about that, I'm supposed to act like I'm accepting my mother's decision completely. In fact, she came into my room earlier to show me handbags she'd got from a friend and we behaved perfectly normally to each other. I'd been planning to give her a thunderous face and rotten attitude for weeks to show her how upset I was with her, but Jon convinced me not to. Plus it's pretty tiring to keep up and, like I said, I should be more mature than that. :/
So yeah, that was my daily dose of drama. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping for the best and I'm definitely, definitely gonna continue praying. At least Jon reassured me that he won't be gone for a whole month, as his parents previously told me. It's more like the usual two weeks or three at most. Phew. :) If only he was going during the As, in November, as he has the last few years. Then I wouldn't be able to come along either way, time would pass faster and I could focus more on studying. Pfft. :/
Alright, it's getting late and I'm tired. Goodnight world.
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