Thursday, November 22, 2007
What's home ?
Place you can stay ? A place for shelter ? A place to do whatever you want ?
Well, it applies to all of us. Home is what we call shelter, a place where we can stay, a place where we can do whatever we want. But who knows what Home actually means ?
I just hate to pretend that everything seemed ok. He's always away and she's seldom in. I don't call this place Home anymore. Family ? What does this mean ? They're only there when we need them during our darkest moments. But what about all those dim moments ? Those dark moments ? What do they know ? They claimed that they understand us, but do they ? They don't. It's because they thought that they conceived us and they know what our next movement is. Simply put, they know what we're thinking. BULLSHIT ! They only know what we're thinking when we're afraid. Independence is something I grow up with. Like many others, we're afraid. WE thought that our own biological parents would be there for us when we need them, let's just say that we need them in general. Are they there ? You call them, either they're in a meeting or busy with hell loads of work. This society, present society, separated us from who we really are. Parents have no more time for their children anymore. Adults aren't always right, even if they claimed that they are right. They thought we would always be young and naive, but we aren't anymore. Sooner or later we would be like them, thinking that we're always right. But, majority of us just do that. Few of us stopped to think, why is this world like this ?
My mum, even if she lives with me, don't even get to see me that often. We seldom talk. The only thing she knows about me is music and nothing else. She don't even know what I'm thinking already! Overseas trips are like daily routine for her. Three days, Five days, a week and she don't even feel that I need her. So what if she calls back often just to check on us ? I'm jaded.
My dad, doesn't even get to see me. His vietnam stay has been more enjoyable than in Singapore. I don't get it, parents always say that they go overseas to do business. AND MY DAD, stayed in Vietnam for MONTHS and came back only for , the most, six days. He don't seemed like he cared, even though many might say : " He doesn't show it, but inside he loved you." How am I suppose to believe that ?
I'm really sick and tired of this life I'm living. Why would society do that to us, as children. We lack of parental love and care. Think 'bout it, secret societies cases are shooting up. More and more teenagers are getting out of hand. Just take a look at my school, it's really chaotic. Who knows ? The next thing you know, your friend died. Well, that isn't a curse but it started with a word "IF". This word made alot of people imagine things that couldn't possibly happen.
I'm jaded.
Maybe that's fated.
That's the life I hated.
Labels: Jaded
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