Skip to main content

My soul feels trapped...

Did you ever had this feeling?
This feeling of being trapped...
This feeling of being caged up like a bird,
Have you ever felt it??
Like a bird who is in a cage,
I want to be freed,
I want to fly in the sky,
Taste the freedom that I never had,
I want to...just be free,
Is that too hard to ask?

I hate this feeling...I hate this feeling of being trapped. I hate it so much...
Allow me to fly...

My soul feals trapped Pictures, Images and Photos

Recently, this is how I feel. I mean, I just want some freedom but well, parents always don't allow that.
My parents are a little over protective. They feel like I am too fragile, too ruthless. They fear that if I ever leave my home, I would end up as the dead girl known in the newspapers. They really fear that. Yet, they tell me that one day they will have to let me go. Don't they understand that I am suffocating? Suffocating from their very touch.
To make it worse, I inherited my father's travelling soul. I am a person who wants to travel.

Whenever I get the opportunity to leave, I take it & use it. Why the hell would I join all the exchange programmes? It is because I cannot stay in one place too long. I need to travel!!!

But the most dissappointing thing is that since I inherited my father's travelling soul, he is suppose to be the one to understand this travelling need. However, he don't. He is the one telling me to wait until I grow older.
This is very dissappointing...

Don't blame me if one day, I announce that I am leaving for Canada. Don't mess with me, I might actually just go & study abroad in Canada.
If you don't let me out, I will run...I will go myself.
girl running. Pictures, Images and Photos
I will run, myself...


Eh, it sucks. :(
My parents are kind of like that.
When I was your age, I told myself "just four more years"

Sorry if this was random. I just stumbled across your blog.
Anonymous said…
Thanx 4 da comment. I really appreciate it.
Anonymous said…
I do know why parents want to protect us so badly. It's just like how creatures trying to keep their children out from danger. We should be thinking about them, too.

But at the same time, we all wanted to get away from their embraces & learn how to fall & get up by our own.

Funny, isn't it?

Prepare yourself for your day of soaring. Otherwise, you will fall miserably to the ground.

May the best with you. A feather for your wings, my dear.

A Passerby
(Do take a guess if you want to know who am I)
carmensakura07 said…
Thanx for the feather...
Yea, our parents wants to protect us...but we want to be free.

It is funny how parents & child can think so different.

I will prepare myself for my grand day of soaring...and when I soar, I will fly high & mighty.
Thanx for the reading~
Sam said…

When you grow up, you will know.
Who don't want their children been protect.

When i still young, i also think like you all ....
Why this cannot .. why that cannot ...

but after grow up then i slowly understand.
Because they care about you.
If a person not care .... why they want keep tell us this ... tell us that ...

Because care .... why our friends or other people will not stop us doing this and doing that ?? because in their mind !! they said you and me not got relationship at all .....


but now you not understand is correct beacause you not yet get the feel it and taste it.
Slowly become mother and grow up, you will know mum !!
You are the best !!!!

Popular posts from this blog

Much Ado About Our Healthcare

During this week, something terrible but hilarious when you looked back, happened to me.

It was a normal Monday morning. It was close to the end of the month, so I was awaiting for my salary to come in. I was just trying to just hold on till the end of the month. Typical monday. Nothing eventful yet.

Then, it was lunchtime.
I went to lunch with my colleagues.
I ordered myself a lovely nasi kukus with ikan keli. That means steamed rice with catfish for those of you who don't read malay. 

One of my colleague often order this and it always looked good so I decided to give it a try.

Bad mistake.

I ended up having a fishbone stuck in my throat. When you think of it, it's pretty silly. But it scared the living daylights out of me at that moment. I tried swallowing rice to push the fishbone down but after half a bowl later, I found it to be not working.

I heard from my dad when I was younger that, if a fishbone get stuck in your throat, you had to do an operation. And that only fueled my fea…

Design Thinking and Steve Jobs

This is going to be a long post and I apologize. 

Anyway my department meeting yesterday talked about design thinking and it only reminded me of Steve Jobs.

I have always loved Apple and Steve Jobs. I know Steve Jobs wasn't the greatest guy ever. He could have been nicer and etc. But this is not about that. This is about his vision, his beliefs and philosophy. I never quite realised how much I believed in Steve Jobs philosophy until I sat down and thought about it. 

I admired Steve Jobs philosophy of design first. I don't know if he was the first guy who made design thinking into a thing. Or if he is the one who popularize that thinking?

Minimalism. Simplicity. Clean. Aesthetics. User friendly. He made sure Apple designs abide by this. And this is what I have always loved about Apple. He made technology sexy, beautiful and cool. 

I never quite realised that I, myself, believed in these values.

But today, as I sat down and think, I realised that, the older I grow, the more I have tu…

Dear me,

I watched an anime where a girl managed to write a letter to her past self of ten years. True, that's not possible in reality but the concept of that is interesting. She wrote to her ten years younger self to avoid her regrets. She wanted her past self to change certain decisions in the past so that her current self won't have any regrets.

Personally, I wouldn't want to tell my past self to change her decisions to avoid regrets. Do I have regrets? Yes. But I won't change them because I learnt from them. And that has been grow as a person. So I don't quite regret that.

However, if I could write a letter to my past self, it would be fun. If I were to write to my ten years younger self, that would be my 13 year old self. And this is what I would love to say.

Dear me,

Hello there. This is your 23 year old self. I know, it's unbelievable. You can barely imagine yourself at that age currently. 
I still remember being 13. Vaguely. My memory isn't that great.

But I remem…