growing pains

I seem to be going downhill with the quality of my posts lately..sorry..alot going on my mind,but mostly the plot to escape Alcatraz seems to have zapped all my energies away.

Just like Alcatraz, the view is nice from mainland San Francisco; you only realize how dire it is when you're actually in it with the likes of Al Scarface Capone. It is all an illusion of 'nice', but at the end of the day it’s a prision, holding me in like a caged eagle.

I feel stifled, I can't breathe. I'm dying a slow and painful death of brain drain the longer I remain in Alcatraz.I still remember my elation when I found out I had been chosen to join Alcatraz,but was soon jolted out of my reverie. Imagine this ; waking up every day looking forward to the 5pm tick when you can leave Alcatraz - at least for the night.

Growing up really sucks. Especially when you realize that you can't just quit 'just because lar, I dun like mar'. With very serious matters of mortgages,loans and needing to afford your own food, being in Alcatraz is, at least, better than being in the sea..paddling away like a lifeless seal.

I miss my mommy:(

I so think I've totally lost the plot here..