Thursday, May 10, 2012 3:44 PM
One day, I ran away.
Two weeks back, I ran away from my '
run away'. It sounds pretty weird right? Actually, I haven't come back home for 6 months and still continuing the journey. Throughout the days, the only person I've spent my time with was my beloved boyfriend and my best friend Kit Yee. After ending my secondary school life, I did went for the application for ITE, Digital, Audio and Video Production. Sounds techy huh? It is, I thought I would enjoy myself being in that course, but about 2 days attending the class. I felt tight about my days. So I went to class for 3 days only. I then thought of changing to an office skills class, where I get to do all those typing and documents, I loooooove the sounds of clickity clack of the friggin' keyboard, I just loved it. It was hard for me to travel from boyfriend's house to ITE CW. I had to take up some of my time to get to school and seek help from my teacher about the details to change into a different course. Time passes, my interest to get into another course just slipped my mind. I began not to have time for ITE anymore, "
where got time for school....." haha. My boyfriend dislikes me to go to school anyway, because he feared that I might flirt around with some guys. Oh! He just won't know how hard I tried to avoid eye contact with guys at school. He usually turns off my alarm clock for school, never wanted me to attend my classes. I know right!
Then, I quitted school at ITE CW. Although I really want to join my friends with their new school, courses, friends, bright path to the future, school allowance from parents! I still have yet to work my butt off. But maybe not for now. My boyfriend doesn't allow me to work. I just stayed home, waiting for his arrival each day. Clean the house, learn to cook, just so his parent won't worry about us dealing with hunger when we get
married soon enough. We're staying together, living already like a husband and wife. The only thing that is wrong is that we're not where we are supposed to be and our relationship doesn't have a certificate to certify, and in order to have that fabulous piece of paper, we need to tackle my family's heart so that they would agree to our decision.
Actually, I wanted to post about my one day run away from my '
run away' but it turned out to be a total side track of something else. Hahaha! Okay I'll start.
Before I ran away, I felt troubled and depressed of myself. I don't really know the main reason of running away from here, but all I know was that I needed a totally fresh and breathable air. Not the air that I always breathe off here. I always cried, blind mornings and night. We always had little fights between ourselves, and I always had myself to blame. Everytime he goes to work and returned home, I tried not to make things messy for him because I know he would be tired out from work already, but I guessed I made it worse.
The next morning, I decided to go away. I decided I go home to my dad's house where only my sister would be there and we haven't had a good chat in 6 months and we're always busy with each others' lives. When he got ready for work, kissed my forehead, told me lovey dovey things as he usually say in the morning before he goes to work, I could feel like I didn't even had a wink of sleep, like the idea of running away was still fresh on my mind since the night before. He went off to work, I took my clothes and the things that I need, cleaned the house and did as much work as I could to the house. And went out. I know what my night drama would be like. I met up with Kit Yee around the house area and she treated me lunch and gave me $5 as I told her everything. I had no money to travel. I reached Sembawang and bought two cups of whipped potato from k.f.c. I never stop eating it. Yummy, speaking about it, I really want some whipped potato now. Reached Sembawang, and talked to sister, and she told me everything and she even mentioned about Aliff waiting for me all these while. I really can't be bothered to worry or think about which boys is which. Uh, you know me. I can't really be bothered. On that same night, my sister's boyfriend came, with Aliff. And! my boyfriend came along too, begging me to get back home with him. He flooded and spammed my phone with calls and text messages, telling me he would change, giving me empty promises. No matter what, my mind was put and I decided to stay with my sister for the night. The next day, my boyfriend wanted to meet up at Sun Plaza and have a walk around, spending time with me. So I just wear nice and be nice. But I ended up at home, back where I started. I was pissed. He cried, he gave me plastic feelings and talks. As time passes by, I knew how it felt like to cry everyday, and let it be just me who would cry each living day, but I couldn't bear to see him cry everyday.. Why do I always make boys cry? D:< Days passed and my things are still at Sembawang.
Good thing my life isn't about living by the streets or sleeping at the beach. Haha.
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