intro
I don't wanna be
Anything other than what i've been trying to be lately
All i have to do
Is think of me and i've got piece of mind
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
I've been asked to update several times and now I shall. Not on the basis of what people want me to do, but what I want to update on.
This is going to be a teenagerish angsty post, so if u don't like what you see, don't even think of scrolling to my tagboard, but instead, go to another webpage or blogsite and wait till i update again.
This is solely for the purpose of my letting of steam.
So i make a three in a row late on homecoming. So i come back late. So i'm 19. So WHAT??? You have to cut me some slack here... i'm not your average push me around to do this, program to come back at this time robot or slave. I'm human. Just like you. I have feelings, i have stress, i have everything like you do. Just that in a different dimension altogether. I start to wonder if you even have friends that actually want to go out and spend time with you. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO HAVE A FRIEND?
I need to destress and to relax. After slogging away at school, finishing up my CVs and letters, you think that's a simple feat? Rushing against the hoardes of people rushing for application spaces, do you think i'm happy just coming back home with a smile on my face and telling you everything's fine? Why do i do that? Cos i destress myself by hanging out with friends. You think i don't really give a damn about what's happening to the family? I worry about where my next step is going to land myself everyday i wake up. I come back to eat maggi only because i'm late for work or because i'm broke. You think i want to? You think i want to work? You think that after all these years of industry experience i'm still working for that? I'm working to give myself a better and easier life. To not tax ur pockets all the time. i don't make a fuss whenever you give me 10 bucks lesser or when i pay for things that don't really matter to claim back. All i'm asking for is a little freedom. You ask me why i don't want to come back. You ask me why i treat this house like a hotel. But honestly, i don't like coming back home to an empty house, and empty room. There is hardly anyone at home when i'm at home, and i find comfort in playing games, absorbing myself in the world where i'm a figure of importance. Don't even ask me why i never made contact. Ask yourself that. Whenever i try to make conversation it'll end up with why aren't you like ur this and that, or why aren't u home at this and that, or just don't disturb me i'm busy. You think i'd want to keep making contact? Go figure.... That's why i'm always out. I don't like coming "home" if you can call it one anyway...
I'm not your simple son anymore...
Happy Mother's Day Ma...
