Is everything the same

Friday, September 08, 2006

Where's My Home?

most of the time i get jealous when i see people with closed siblings relationships... they will play with one another... they will chat anything and everything under the sun... cause i seriously lack this back at home... this made my home a sick and tired of being sick and tired place... where's my home?... what's with the saying HOME SWEET HOME?... crap

i get jealous when i see my friends so close to their siblings... it leads me to reflect, where are mine today?... my friends' siblings would play with me, turn the frown upside down, chat with anything under the sun... they're just so carefree... the smile on their face brought vinegar to my lips... me?... when i'm reached home from hanging out with my friends... these questions never fail to ring out of my bro's lips... where did i go? how long have i been out?... oi bastard... might as well go buy a tape recorder record those sentences... save your saliva right.. oh i forgot, someone thinks he's damn PRO in computer... go purchase some sound recording software lah

and one more thing... i always thought females were the one being the most picky, fussy creature human form on this earth... but my bro caused my reflection to reflect backwards... he changed the truth that has long set in my heart... HE is the next most picky, fuzzy creature on this planet earth... everytime when i lock the room to myself, and when he happens to reach home in that time period... he never fails to 'scold' me because i lock the room... explaining that sometimes mom and dad would wanna go in and out of the room, and me locking the room would bring inconvenience... fuck lah... stop bullshiting around the bushes... how do you explain the times when you lock the room yourself?... you once asked me if the room solely belongs to me to lock the room to myself... now i ask you, who are you to solely lock the room to yourself?... do you have any identity card to prove you own that room?... go fuck yourself in the room lah

my sis was probably the kindest creature to me in the house... but now that she left, my life at home is being scorned beyond recognition... but even that she was the kindest creature to me at home, it wasn't as perfect as i thought... but at least it was close, unlike that sucker... just that i feel kinda pressurized in the words i use... she would 'scold' me even if i use the word DAMN... not in the context of scolding other people... just in the context of recreating the extremeness and exaggeration of the incident... like that also wanna scold me... shouldn't she at least thank God i didn't pick up other vulgarities i had from school... oh well... at least now i get to express my thoughts and ideas in whatever extremeness i want

somebody tell me what is the meaning of HOME now... it would be better if i scraped that word of my dictionary... it would have better be scraped off my memory also, so that these tears won't come at night... again, jealousy sweeps through the glancing mirrors... shatter into pieces before the eyes and pierce them right through my glasses... is everything the same?... i fucking doubt so as i walk around the room

frm:
jack'al

spoken adhesives at 08:43

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Life's Reflection

in life we always try to run so fast and run so strong
but when it gets cold and it feels like the end
i just wanna forget about everything and runaway
against my will i stand aside my own reflection