Oh yes!

Christmas break is finally here...

...a time to be with family...

...taking a break from heavy-duty school work...

...and fuss over gifts...

...and of course, celebrating the assumed birthday of Jesus.

But why am I so...depressed? 

I mean, I get to be with my family...and don't have to go to school (which is a big thing with teenagers like myself).  I can celebrate one of the most important dates of my faith, and laugh at it's superficial side.  I can sleep in, and eat as if it's my last day on earth (thank goodness for a good metabolism).  Charity work during Christmas is always big (although it should be promoted all year-round...but whatever), and unlike a lot of today's teenage population, I actually enjoy going to church...

I really really REALLY hate to admit this...

...but I miss school.

Maybe it's the thought to actually enjoying school that's being embedded and carved into my brain by my ever demanding parents.  Maybe it's something to do during the day?  Or maybe it's the joyous feeling to receiving school work that you'll pretty much never use in the future.

Or maybe I need to rephrase that.

...I miss my friends.

During the next two weeks of break, I'll be attending family Christmas parties, helping my mom around the house, being forced against my will to actually study, and of course, rotting my brain on the computer.  It's not much to look forward to.  With demanding and superstrict parents on my case that will use anything as an excuse to keep me home, going out with my friends isn't in my near future.

I guess it's them being protective...or them actually missing me enough to keep me home forever.

...I'm pretty sure it's not the latter lol.

My parents are the stereotypical "Asian" parents.  As in the ones that believe:

• ...if my friends are distracting me from my studies, I must never talk to them (my friends) again.  Ever.
• ...no dating until 18.
• ...if I have a guy friend, I'll lose all rationality in my mind and do something incredibly stupid. 
• ...that a "B" on my marks stands for "beating(s)".
• ...anything under 85% is a FAILURE.
• ...and much MUCH more that I really don't feel like thinking about at the moment.

They know most of my friends...and the ones they don't automatically hate (sorry guys).  It's a million times worse when it comes to my male friends.  My parents never took the initiative to give me the famous "sex talk", but instead, gave me the "stay away from boys" talk.  After an hour (or so) of lecturing, my mom ends it with a line I'll never forget her saying;

"If you have a friend that is a boy, you'll do stupid things, get pregnant at a young age, and DIE."

...yeah.

Hopefully my parents will loosen up eventually, and actually trust me when it comes to making friends -male or female.  Eventually.  Not in the near future, but eventually. 

...right.

My friends and I are planning to go a restaurant sometime during the break, and hanging out on New Years (even though I celebrate the Chinese New Year...but whatever).  I don't think my parents will let me attend the latter, but maybe it's because they think I'll get pissed drunk.  Even though I don't drink.  (Actually, the only times I've recalled myself drinking is...twice...and both were for religious reasons..aha.) 

Or maybe it's because I don't have a cell phone that they can keep tabs on me with.

...that'd make life for me slightly easier, I suppose.

...At least I think so.

...pfft.