You know what about Prison Break I like? I can indulge in my ambivalence with not a tinge of self-doubt.
And that said, it has also caused me to be very doubtful of the things around me. My telephone calls, my Internet history, the data that is saved into MacDelivery or Comfort cab bookings, my educational records, all these and more.. Privy to me, and maybe those close to me. But who is watching, and how much do they know?
It’s a scary thought. Prison Break is very surreal, yet very real at the same time.
Today, I suddenly had the urge to withdraw from hall and move back home. An unexplainable urge. Just kind of missed being at home and wondering what about hall life is still keeping me here. Immediately I can think of the convenience, ongoing projects and the coming exams. Plus community living that allows me to be around friends. Parental absence is a perk too.
Looking beyond all these however, I still miss home. It’s Home, after all. Capital H, no less.
You know, I get irritated at my parents at the slightest things. I can be such an ass towards them, (not as much of an ass as my sister and brother can be, but that’s not the point here), but they still love me so unconditionally. It pricks me. How can you receive unconditional love and not be able to give it back? Not just my parents. I’ve got friends who really care but sometimes I’m just too lazy or too caught up in something else to give them the attention they deserve.
Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.
Christopher Morley (1890 – 1957)
