I guess it was the events over the weekend that sort of forced me to blog about this. Freedom. Is our freedom being curtailed by our parents, by our school, by our work, by our friends?
My father has a role of me where I'm supposed to conform to it as it is the 'right way of living'.
I can't say I agree with that 'role'. It's so entirely scripted it's disgusting. I'm basically supposed to work my balls off so that in the future I can get a good job to further work my balls off in. Pure reason.
Is my freedom being curtailed upon? I mean, threats of removing my computer, forcing me to tell someone I can't communicate with that person anymore, confiscation of my handphone, asking SingTel for my message histories. Over suspicion?
Explanations don't ever help. I'm not going to leave my own views -- my blog is publically viewable, we all know what that means.
I'm not going to cover more, at least not in this blog post. I'm just feeling rather lost now. My one inspiration has been cut off, my best friend is in Vietnam, and everything just seems so.. dark, so wrong.
I don't. want. this.