eggs, carrots and coffee

The dawn is breaking, I can't stop crying

But I remembered: I still have a Math test to attend to first thing in the morning...

Around two weeks ago, I watched Joy Luck Club, an onscreen adaptation of Amy Tan's book with the same title. It explores the relationship of "American" daughters with their Chinese mothers and these mothers with, in turn, their own mothers. The setting and minor details may vary among different cultures, but the underlying truths remain almost the same. My two cents is that a mother instills a seed of her own self into her own daughter and no matter what one does, that seed transforms into, one way or another, a self-fulfilling prophecy that defines the daughter for life.

Daughters are certainly different from their mothers. But as we dig deeper into their relationships, we'll see that the belief system of mothers, combined with their experiences, provides a major influence to the outlook of their daughters.

They say most daughters do not want to be like their mothers. To make it clear, that is not entirely true. This statement cannot be generalized. However, suppose this was perfectly true. I still think, though, that daughters cannot ever be unlike their own mothers. Look at a seemingly strong, independent and capable woman and her soft, timid, battered mother. These two personalities may seem very different, but it is only because we have not strayed too far from the surface.

I want to be like my grandmother right now. She seems so strong and decisive and everything a woman needs to be. But I never know, of course. In the midst of adversity, who am I to say who's strong and who's not?