Freedom or Limited Freedom

I am finding it fascinating to observe the differences between myself and my landlord. She is Korean and has lived in Australia for around 20 years. She still holds true many old fashioned values from her home land. As an Australian I pride myself on the freedoms we, as Australians, are entitled to.

So, conflict arises when my complaints for invading our privacy without prior notice collide with her insistence on looking over us like some superior dictator. Arguable she requires respect because she is my elder; however, I understand that age is no grounds for respect. Those that deserve respect get it.

This discourse reminds me of the instance where my German house mates and I complained to no end about protecting our privacy; that my landlord cannot just enter our rooms when ever she feels the need, without notifying us. Then, when my Korean house mate complained, the landlord puts her rank in order. My house mate immediately submitted and my landlord retained her superiority over him.

hahahah It is quite amusing to see my landlord on the verge of tears because she can't accept the fact that westerners fight for the freedoms we hold dearly. Her son-in-law, on the other hand, has worked with Australians from many years and appreciates what I am fighting for. He understands our way of life and almost practices it as Australian born citizens do.

Sorry, my brain doesn't seem to be functioning properly, so you will just have to take this bad prose as it is. Maybe I'll be a little more inspired following my exams on Monday. Fantastic. The end of this stage of my life is almost over. Following this, the future is quite unknown. Canberra, Brisbane, Melbourne. The opportunities are endless.