::ME::
In a place of voidness, I need colours. Blue, Red, Green.
May the colours tell of a story that will not let me regret.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2007
No Strings Attached(Read last paragraph first)
Why must every action comes with a warranty, terms and conditions and insurance? Does life work this way? Does your miserable, undeserving, useless life have anything to do with my 'hoping to be my own' life? I just want to go for a trip, for my interest. "As long as you are interested, you'll get it. However, promise me............. one million other things." So there it is. Wonder how many times have I had this conversation. Firstly they will talk about the present. Then the future. They even think about it internationally! A certificate to be recognised internationally. I wonder, does being the president gives one a certificate? I don't think I'll ask any of these facours from them. "Help yourself rather than asking for help." Yes. I shall wait. For my 21st birthday. Till then freedom is only a small distance away. I bet even if I did not want to go for that trip, they would still ask the same from me. I know. I know. It's for my own good. Also for yours right. So you can enjoy retirement blissfully.
I saw this quote somewhere. Think it was from a poster at the noticeboard at my block. "Be good to your children. They choose the homes you will go to." How true. Wonder where I should send them. My brother has also confessed to not give them pocket money and that chore will be done by me. Why should I? Singapore government has already found that solution. C-P-F. It'll last you throughout your life. No matter how short it'll be. Angry? Yes. Beared with it for so long.
Tick, tick, tick, tick. The timer has not stop YET.
I would also like to apologise to some of my friends. I guess no matter whether I'll be promoted or not, I would not be going on that trip we looked forward to. I just don't want to go through the whole experience again. Enough is enough. I think it's time I take things into my own hands. But holding on is the only thing I can do now. Once the magic number is reached, FULL RELEASE. I was on the verge of giving up hope for that trip.
Actually, I thought about a 8 letter word a few times. I wonder, how it will feel to descend from a height in an instance. By the time I reach ground floor, the impact has already numbed or destroyed my nerves. It'll be unsightly but it ends quick too. Should I write my 'last note'? I told her. Once I reach that level, maybe I ought to send a letter to the press, email it. Pass it on. I really do not remember any day in which I was truly happy with them. Maybe when I was an ignorant, useless, good-for-nothing infant. Even she said I was a difficult baby. Ok, fine. I wonder how others feel about me. If only, if only.
A emo post. HA. I would advised you not to read. You might want to argue and fight with me in the end. Haha. So don't torture yourself. It's always the same old thing. Peace and Love to the WORLD~! But not to them.
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