Good read I found in Facebook.

Hear the stories of real PKs

In case anyone is wondering, PK stands for pastors' kids. Growing up in this kind of environment can be tough. You either turn out like ur parents or you don't.

I remember it wasn't so bad during my toddler years up to primary school. Things changed when I began to notice boys, fashion and makeup.

There used to be this boutique in Singapore named This Fashion. Very cheap clothes, and if you dig through their stuff, you can get nice clothes for the office or for after work too. As a part timer and student, all my clothes were bought there.

I remember I found this black cu-lock button skirt, bought it and loved wearing it. Only thing was, it was rather short. But to me, it was gorgeous, sexy and made me look slim. Hahaha. So obviously I wore it once to church. My mom nagged at me, and I remember this one line she said: "Ur father is a pastor. What do you think the church members will say???"

At that rebellious point, I just tuned her out. But now I look back and reflect, maybe I shouldn't have wore it to church. There has to be some point of respect when you're in a religious environment yes? That's why muslims cover up at the mosque too.

Other questions have been thrown at me. Like "Are you going to be a pastor like ur dad?", "How come u aren't serving in any ministry?", "How come during service u're always not paying attention?". The final straw came when I wanted to go to my bestie's church as I felt more at home there. Ok fine, I had a crush on her church mate too. :P

To me, it was either a "Yes" or "No". So I got really upset when my dad discussed it with the board members and all, and finally told me I could only go once a month. I was like "its my life why do u have to involve the others?".

But now I understand, what would people think, if the pastor's own kid ran off to another church? I was selfish and did not think of my parents and their feelings. I'm glad that I'm still attending my parents' church, and I love it to pieces. Though we are small, we are united and very homely. I feel very sad every sunday when service ends. And yes, I'm part of the music team. Though some people who think I sing very well, have been encouraging me to be a worship leader, I don't think I'm good enough yet. I still swear at times, I still get mad, get jealous and I don't think these attributes make up a good worship leader.

And oh yes, how could I forget that non christian bf I decided to date? Wasted my time on him. Looking back, I must have broke my parents' hearts. And imagine the amount of explaining they must have had to do. He wasn't even that fabulous to me. How could he have, when he didn't even love the same God as I was supposed to. Thank God that nightmare is over.

I also got upset during Chinese New Year. For the chinese, you can receive red packets until the day you get married. Well, I'm not married. And whether you wanna give me a red packet or not, is really up to you. So I remember I was really offended when one lady said: "I'm only giving you cos u are pastor's daughter."

I was like... helloo.. you dunwanna give then don't give. Maybe she meant it as a joke. I dunno. But I dun bear any grudges against her, as generally she is a very generous person.

Being a PK is certainly not easy. I wasted 2 yrs trying to get the attention of a celeb, who wasn't even a christian. Of course when that article of me vying with 6 other women to get a Vday date with him was published, I was mortified to read that he had mentioned I was a PK. What would my parents friends and people who knew them think???!!!! I didn't even think of those consequences.

I believe all these happened for reasons. And now I've woken up, I won't ever be so stupid again. The next time I ever appear in the papers, it'd better be for a positive reason.