(This post is an example of Kang's Territorial Taurean Tendencies. And also her fondness for alliterations.)
I am twenty-one. I sleep in my parents' room, on a divan at the foot of their bed. Some of my clothes are in my mom's closet, the rest are in what's supposed to be my room, along with my other worldly possessions. Said room is being occupied by paternal grandmother who happens to have Alzheimer's.
Read:
I HAVE NO PRIVACY.
At the risk of sounding like a rotten little tween, I miss/want/need/absolutely must have the privacy of my own room. Where I can keep all my things. Where I can do my twenty-one-teen wangst, as well as secretly live out my Japanese pop idol dreams, without the risk of someone walking in. Where I can work (!!!) without someone looking over my shoulder and biting my head off if I'm still up at 4AM. Where I can keep all my clothes in one closet where I don't have to ask permission from a half-asleep grandmother if I can come in. Where I can sleep in a normal bed with a normal frickin' mattress. MY GOD.
Good news is that we might be moving again in May. I'm hoping that the powers that be come through for me on this one. /o/
Hi, I'm Kang & I'm very sure I'm not Korean. I really like Japanese idols though; enough to make me want to go to Akihabara & spend the remainder of my youth prancing in tiny skirts in front of really sad men. While that hasn't happened yet, I'm here in Manila; in bookstores, not buying anything; in ukay-ukays, buying lots; in my Catholic college, being slightly below-average; in pictures, looking moronic.