Remember the guy who reminds u to drive safely each and everytime u took the car keys to go out, no matter what time is it without fail?
Remember the annoying women who reminds you to go to bed each and everytime you’re trying to watch TV or surf the internet pass midnight?
If you do remember, they’re probably the couple whom accidentally brought you to this planet few decades ago.
At the age of 5 when you just learn how to say that A for Apple all the way until maybe when you’re able to relate Apple and Apes. The couple seem to be superheroes and supergeniuses who happens to know everything. So there goes the argument of, my dad knows better, my mom cooks better than yours cliche with your kindy peers.
Suddenly by the age 13, when you just learned from the science text books, that if you insert your penis into a vagina and you’re in heaven, crack the occassional erection mystery, the two late superheroes became your enemies. Everything they say and do is wrong and lame.
And you worship a ground of newfound heroes. Your accidental peers. Nevermind the two annoying old farts. As the saying goes, stick with the pearls you’re pure as white.. stick with the ink you’re dark as black.
I thought being cool was about intimidating the weak. I thought being cool was all about being louder and stupidly braver than some geeks. Well, that was the period when my parents were so disappointed in me they tried to send me to the boys home and police station more than once.
I ran away from home, leaving them worried and broken hearted for months. I stayed with my so called ‘brothers in arms’ and managed to survive for a couple of weeks. Dont asked me where the money come from.
That was the period of time, I think God should perish me to hell.
Now, an evening of blog hopping streamed all those dark memories back to my head. I could see millions of me around teenage blogosphere doing all sort of funny thing they think ‘cool’, and modern.
They sleep when the sunrises and spin their heads in pubs and bars when the night falls. Alcohol, drugs, women, gambling and cigarettes. The fucking cool items. Must have.
A girlfriend, vodkas in pubs, cigarettes between your fingers. Yes, the essential 3.
Dont argue with me, you do them never because they lift you up high. You do them because you enjoy the attention from the crowd. You own them because your group of friends do. Once one of your peers sing a tune about (e.g. VODKA/CIGAR), next you’re on your blog singing heavenly hymns about VODKA/CIGAR, how great it is and google some special product and swear it as your favourite.
I am lucky, when God decided to ring a bell on my head. All those stupid days summed up with a big bang. And I found out the only ones around you when you’re as good as dead, are the two annoying forgotten superheroes you once idolized.
So what if you have millions of pictures showing you in a club, with a beer in hand and cigarette smoke in clouds. So what if you have a group of cool looking friends over your shoulders in a dark room yet full of laser lights. So what if your group of ‘brothers’ shouts like ah long and dye their hair in the latest fashion?
So what?
How happy are the 2 person that brought you up, spent tremendous effort just to hope you’ll grow up fine one day and be useful to the society. They have never invested money in you so you’ll return them later in equal funds. They have never cared for you so much so you can take care of them when they’re old.
Mom and Dad, for all you have done, words can never be made up how much I regret what I have done that hurt you so much.
TO my beloved cousin, you’ll wake up one day when tears are too late. I know you read here. And fuck you if you still think those gold hairs are your true friends.
