thoughts in the shower

i am amazingly tired and in the midst of writing an essay so this post probably will reflect that.


have you ever wondered what defines an adult?
did someone decide that 21 (at least in our present culture) was a nice number and people would be mature by then ... call them 'adult'... give them responsibilities?
are these people we call adults... really 'adult'?
or perhaps... they're just children like us (okay i guess i'm not quite a 'child' anymore... ) struggling... just like us to stay afloat in this scary world.

and parents...
perhaps they were once broken children... who came together and found each other... and ended up living their lives for you their child.
perhaps they still are those broken children who have never stopped feeling alone.
i wonder.

my mom's from this dysfunctional family where the dad got a mistress, mom never forgave dad raised the family by herself (damn poor)... now is suspicious and thinks all men are evil but thinks that her son is better than her daughter still... oh. and doesn't ever listen to what you say
my dad's from this dysfunctional family where the dad put so much pressure on them that his sister killed herself (i never really realised the significance of calling my aunt '2nd aunt' in cantonese)... where they grew up feeling completely worthless and inept.
and they formed our dysfunctional family...

somehow i suspect every family has a story like that... (at least where God isn't involved)

talk about falling short of God's will. too bad man is imperfect
(fairytales do NOT come true)


we need God man...




[cherie wants a hug... =( give cherie a hug! cherie will love you for it XD]