So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
- Bachelor Girl
a home.
family.
what are..
parents.
siblings.
based on the oxford dictionary of 1978 - goes to show how updated i am. i have only one response. you have got to be kidding me. ha.
i scoff in complete indignation of such ridiculous emotions or connections that arise when people discuss such issues.
my opinion? well, let us recap...
what is a home?
answer, a house with random occupants.
what is family?
answer, a term given to the closer random occupants you live with which your moral ed teacher taught you in primary 1.
what are parents?
answer, dictators in disguise ready to overthrow the government anyday with catch phrases. formally known as Dictorial Parentica Itoldyousota. can be found at all factory outlets, rechargeable batteries included.
what are siblings?
answer, beings that either share the pain, or bring more.
they take your dreams and roll it up in a neat ball and toss it out the window into the nearest drainage system. if you're incapable of achieving their dreams or live the "ideal" life, then they proceed to make you feel like you're possibly the most pathetic creature on the face of the known planet and other existing galactic spaces, if any. it's like Battleship Parentica.
misery is a very good friend of mine when i find my being occupying space in the building. it's as though the moment i walk in, it triggers off some sensors that command: THE SPECIES We-asummet She-isan Idioticus HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING, ALL AVAILABLE Dictorial Parentica Itoldyousota TO COMMENCE IMMEDIATE ATTACK. DESTROY ALL COMMUNICATIONS (through confiscation of mobile system) AND ENSURE PERIMETER IS SECURED (aka, grounding for an unstated and unknown duration...)
i live in a drama series.. where i always lose.
thankfully i do have a rescue team.. mainly a one-man show - although more members have since joined, which conducts therapy and rehabilitation as well as retail therapy from time to time.
when will this end.. i long for the day when the credits pop up and i see The End.
then, i can start my own life.. with a special someone.. and lead my own dreams and do what i want to do.. til then... i'll just have to get through another ...to be continued...
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.