Utakata Hanabi

Utakata Hanabi
Sasuke x Sakura

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Spooky Feed #45

Things persisted in not being what they seemed. - Said of Paul

My Common Test are over and I could finally post again. Speaking of which, It's been a VERY long time ever since I've posted anything. Sometimes I just felt guilty and disappointment to myself, feeling that I should at least take some time out of my studies and revision to post to readers. However, circumstances don't allow that to happen. Or maybe it's just an excuse. Well, I've already got a feeling that this blog is rather dead, viewers or writer. But never mind, I'll still go on. I've quarrelled with my mum. And it's not the first time. I've quarrelled with her like almost at least twice every year ever since Primary 5 I think. I meant by quarrels as those type of really heated debate. Really. Most of the time, she would think that she's right by whatever she said of me when I finally kept quiet, no longer wanting to quarrel, and begin chanting what I already know as common sense, then compare me with others, lamenting the "fact" that I "always" play computer games, even going to the extent of stating me going "crazy" due to the somehow "excess" gaming. She even told me that she would bring me to a shrink someday. Everytime, I gave in, kept quiet, showing enough mercy and forgiveness because I've thought that she would realise the growth I already had even when I was just a primary school student while she still didn't learn anything, after all these years. After all these years of swallowing my pride and the truth, I can't stand it any longer. This time, after she chanted for more than an hour, I had to say something. I am not the kid anymore. I am human, just like anyone of you. I may be just a teenager, but I am human. I have thoughts on my own. I know what's right and what's wrong. Don't ever think that I don't know anything. And don't ever think of me as a kid anymore. And don't ever think of any child who is already a young teen as a kid. Coz' things always never seem to be what they are. That includes us. Children.

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