Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Pure happiness on my face, yet, the sorrow lingers
I've made up my mind, I've packed my bags. I am moving out.
Well, it's not as though it is the first time anyway, having to move away since ages ago and only returning when I am forced to.
But regained freedom means the world is waiting for me. I belong to the world. Not stuck and restricted. I always believed that I am meant for bigger things in life.
If I were to be a thug, I'll be the most vicious one ever. If I were to be anything, I vow to be the one who shines, excels and remembered.
So there I go, with my decision to move away from this comfort zone. It's pretty much like Low Thia Kiang, having to move away from Potong Pasir (Sudden curious thought: Why is Potong "Pasir" does not share the same pronunciation as "Pasir" Ris?) and fight for something which might be alien to him - the GRC.
To move to better heights, one must always move forward. Sure, I am being heartless and unfilial to my parents. One had me kicking and swimming in her tummy for 9 months, and the other had held my hand through all my bad times. I know it's bad, having to admit I have to return home due to orders and glad that I am able to live on my own again.
I do feel a pang of guilt when I moved out the last time. I remembered my Dad had to come all the way to the clinic to look for me, just to have lunch with me. I recalled him saying, "Min ah, 3 months never see you, now so thin already.". I felt like shit at that time. I should have at least put in some effort to go home once in a while, but being me, I chose to sleep at home.
A house, to me, is equivalent to a home. But a home that you don't belong to, ain't it weird to be there? I just need a place to sleep.....
However, I do have to say, it makes no difference. This house, without me, still goes on with life. I mean, come on, I am always cooped up in the room, not joining in for family dinners and gathering. I guess too much of living alone had already made me somewhat.... Alien. It feels weird to talk to others about what's bottling up inside me. People thinks I am crazy that I actually argue with myself, play chess with myself and laugh at my own jokes all the time. But do you guys even know me? I am my own best friend. And I sort of like it that way - there's no way I'll change it.
I know the world is waiting for me. I belong to the world.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you're oughta stay