Gah. opened my eyes this morning just to hear my two parents quarrelling in the kitchen again. damn irritating. everyday quarrel quarrel like got not enough things to do like that. Guess I'm already numb from my previous heart-breaking encounters with these stuff.
Just plucked on my earphone, smash punk rock music to max and use the com to hide away from all the confusion and chaos outside. It always works to hide in your room. So, here I am. blogging. waiting for the freaking quarrel to end and the cold war to begin, like it always does.
You, know, the secret desire to run away from home is starting to rise back in me. The life outside on the streets, sleeping on bus-stop seats; spending time in the library, not caring about the outside world, not caring about what happens on at home, just heavenly. Perhaps if i get myself a nice good companion i really WILL run away.
I think I finally understand what love is all about now. It's just about that short term sweet-ness before it downturns into quarrels and fights and whatsnots. Now I understand why bachelors are always so much happier than married men. Everywhere I look, i see lover's quarrels, breaking up, and tears. What's the use of getting into a relationship if it's just gonna hurt you in the end? What's the use?
hmmm. I need to run away from here. I need to get out. I cannot run. I cannot escape.
I cannot escape.
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Family Day
By:Yeo WenBin
A vase flies across the room and smashes on the wall.
A Trophy soars up and scratches the ceiling.
Words Fly,
Hands Poised.
"Give me your bank account numbers!"
"Don't touch me, you monster!"
In a corner,
in a room.
Sits two children.
Huddled together.
Tears are flowing down their cheeks.
They are hapless, terrified.
A knife goes up.
A bamboo pole is held.
The children stares in silent horror.
Blood splurts, a cry goes up.
The children cries out in silence.
Tears flow, huddling together.
A TV screen is cracked and broken.
A rice cooker goes out of the window.
On a table, sits a piece of homework.
On another, stands a pencil holder.
Both was crashed down in fury.
Fury and Hate rushes through the parent's mind.
Horror and Pain takes control of the children.
This is the meaning of a family.
This is but afterall, just a family activity.
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