Good evening ladies, erm, and gentlemen, and shing chun as he/she is not included in either ladies nor gentlemen...
A pretty lame note to start this post eh? as i have no other better one to begin this, as my blogging skills had apparently rusted after 2 full weeks of a sudden decline in my com using rates, as compared to the holidays...again, this is an excellent chance to post, and i do hope no more intrusions come to disturb me in my expressions, just as my dad had done in my previous 5 attempts at posting when he is both at home and lurking around the corner of the door, and when i thought he would be returning about 10 at night, but i hear the click of the lock at 9, which sends me scurrying to the main power switch.
The Rebellion, Chapter 1
Good Evening, Welcome to my Life
Dammit, why must i be living this kind of life when you can enjoy the exact opposite? I know there are worse sufferings than me, but we rarely stop to ask ourselves this question, why can't it be better like the others? Anything can be improved, as nothing is perfect, so since my life DEFINITELY isn't perfect, why can't it be improved?
This is the start of the new age, when i finally realise that there is a chance that i could improve my life, when i discovered that sorry glint in my parent's eyes when i spoke to them in a dejected tone many months ago, about the period in term 3, when they thought i was "losing my mind" as there was a definite increase in my demmands to get out of the house perhaps every couple of weeks, far frequent than my usual every couple of months. Since my parents know that i have been enduring this damn restrictions and is liable to commit things which they would never had imagined i would do, they made everything sound nicer than usual. (considering once i had this mad urge to hit myself over the head with my dictionary, and i couldn't bring myself to do it due to the hard edge of the book, and it hung suspended over my head for 5 minutes before i finally changed to a lighter textbook and made my head ache for at least 2 hours.)
They made "turning crazy" sound nicer by changing it into "a bit of inappropriate thinking", meaning that the urge to go out with you guys is merely a bit of a distraction from my studies, but deep inside them i know they think that i was crazy and losing my mind, and even my grandparents started calling YOU, MY FRIENDS, "DANGEROUS AND MISLEADING"!
How amusing they can transform a simple hangout with friends for a movie and lunch into "DANGEROUS AND MISLEADING AND NOT APPROPRIATE FOR ACADEMIC RESULTS AND MENTAL HEALTH", and i am not exxagerating, they really said that, (in my dialect, of course, as they do not have an ounce of english language in their minds.)
Amusing, it really is, and they started applying "guiding measures" to "guide me back to the correct and straight path." I must admit, they truly are amazing, managing to turn ugly words like "crime and punishment" into "guildlines to guide me back to the correct route". *laughs bitterly*
Term 3 last year was probably the roughest time for me, but yet the best times ever, as i had never gone out so many times with you guys before, but everything came at a price. 2 strokes over my leg, two strokes over each of my palm, two strokes over my right arm, and 5 strokes on the head. aha, the "stroke" i am using is not the stroke you apply to your beloved pet many of you are fortunate enough to own, it is the "stroke" used in law, painful, hard beatings instead of a gentle, soothing rub. *smiles bitterly and shakes head*
I decided to post a long post today as this is a rare chance, as my parents had gone out to hand over the keys of a property they just sold, and are not in a hurry to come back, which brings out another topic in my discussion today,
"Why do my parents insist that others are not as happy as me?"
Amazing it may seem, but they did say it, and i am going to explain the plain stupidity of the damn sentence and how moronic they make it sound.
During one of our frequent arguments, i mentioned why can others do it, and why i can't?
Their reason is simpkle, they blame it on YOUR parents, for not "taking care of you", "not being at home", "not spending time to nurture you", and the "you" means YOU, who is reading this right now.
They often use this excuse, "Most of them, they face an empty home when they go back, so parents provide them with money to contend them and let them run wild outside."
Hmmm...do many of you really face a cold and dark home when you get back? I don't think so, as many complain that your mothers nag too much, so i guess they are at home, and not a silent one either, but you still get decent grades and manage to go out often? Why is that so?
However, if i maintain that what they say is true, ppl facing an empty home when they get home can have the priveledge to go out and spend time having fun before returning home to warmth and comfort.
BUT,
I ALSO FACE AN EMPTY AND COLD AND DARK HOME WHEN I GET BACK, SO WHY AM I NOT "PRIVELEDGED"? I HAD PAID THE PRICE OF FEELING LONELY AND COLD, SO WHY AM I NOT COMPENSATED LIKE THE OTHERS WHICH THEY HAD MENTIONED IN THEIR EXCUSE?
Interesting, this leads to greater discoveries and other problems.I have not discussed this with them as i am afraid of the consequences of proving them wrong, which includes nasty memories, such as when i proved my dad wrong that i had not infected the com with virus through maple, and it was actually he who had clicked on the link of spam email and downloaded free and fake software, he did not go all quiet and subject meekly, instead, he still insisted he was right although all evidence was against him, and i got a scolding for telling him that...sianz...
Of course, there are more memories like that, and i am in a hurry to forgive and forget, but i am finding it hard at the moment...
I do not have much time more, and this is only the 1st part of my long testimony to death, as seen carved onto my table by its previous occupant, and there's much more to it than merely those words above, so stay tuned to broken-hourglass.blogspot.com, where there's more than just words alone.
Good evening, I am Wei Heng, and I use violence to solve problems.
