random rantings

"who you are has been decided when you reach the age of 5." I saw this in my communication lecture.

So is this fair to individuals coming from a dysfunctional family?

Does it mean they cant walk out of the vicious circle that has been preset even before they develop their schematas?

What does it feel to be nurtured in a family that promises security, support and a place for voicing out your concern?

My friend told me he told his parents almost everything.

I doubt it is ever possible in my setting. U need really supportive family members that can guide you for your problems. But most of the times, I'm the one guiding them.

My friend gave me a survey that asks about my upbringing, childhood experiences and family.I dint quite like the survey.

Then i realised why I'm like that todae.

Last week was kinda hectic for me, with 3 quizzes that whizzed past so furiously that I thought I was hit by a bullet train. Whats more, 2 suicide cases just happened in the campus this week. both from EEE. on the other hand, it's the first time I felt great after finishing my com studies and thermo quiz. At least with the assurance that I wun flunk it.

I'm ending my first year life.
Time waits for nobody.

It's just sad that money is the key to many doors.

I wish I was richer.

I feel damn old looking at those in-line rollerskating teenies. They are like full of energy and contrastly, I'm so devoid of it. I think I better start doing something that my age allows me to do before I expire.

I fall for it again. Damn.

On the hilly road I walk
Up the countless stairs I pant
Beads of sweat trickling down
Going home this is
What a weekday.

Stranded on the island
miles away from my hometown
The air here's full of smoke
shrouds my sight
clogs my nose
I wished I was really home.

Heavy steps I drag
In it full of thermodynamics and organic chem
A day just wheezed pass
very soon I'm an age older.

Days passed like weeks in the army
my rifle was my wife
Weeks just flew past
my lecture notes is my wife now.

Everyday's a drag
so heavy that I fall sometimes
Cuts and scars
they made what I am.