Even a yo-yo has a place to bounce back to

I pause at the keypad. I don't know what to write....or rather, which information through my chaotic mind, to share.


Anyway, I feel like that too.

I have realised many things in the past few months. As an accumulation of all that has happened through to this point, I begin to question my level of attachment to home. What is home, in your opinion? To most, it may be a geographical location, a person, a memorabilia, an art, a dedication, even your pet? To be frank, I don't know what home is anymore. I dare not say my country of birth as my 'home', as I would not give it credibility considering I am pretty much alienated from it. But what of Melbourne? If so...then what about Sydney? Do I even consider Australia my home? I think I used to...

I also realised that there are 2 main types of people: Nomads and Stables. A majority of people are 'orthodontically' conditioned to go down the Stable path -you get born, get some primary, secondary, tertiary education, perhaps marry and have kids, have a rough time at work, you die. Nomads, on the other hand, are the 'travellers' through life. They cannot stay at one place for long, on the go, always on the go.

Then there's the sub-categories: the transition phase from Nomads to Stables; and vice versa. Although nowadays the Stable trend is beginning to die off in our generation, we still have the urge to 'one day, settle down'. Do we not? How about you? Not I. Well, speaking as a 21 year old, who is dying to get away from all this, and yes, no. Perhaps in 10 years time, the answer to this question may differ vastly...who knows.

But I am one who does not like to be locked up in a pre-made coffin. Why follow the path when you can make your own? That's what I am talking about! If you can create your world, then the world indeed, is your playground.

Anyway, on a side note, for those who are not familiar with Centrelink.....it is a government funding blob established to 'help those in need'. Perhaps they need to return back to their English class and learn the meaning of their propaganda. It's a system rigged with holes, dictated by booklets, pamplets and weird-vibe staff. You probably were familiar with a story earlier last month where a rich guy managed to continue suck the money out of Centrelink....or rather, Centrelink was too stupid enough to see past the ticks and papers. No, don't talk, just answer the questions, TICK the BOXES, yes...that's right, then we'll just 'send it off' (to Transylvania) for the Count to suck the blood out of you....yes...

And God! I don't need anyone's pity, so don't say 'I understand your situation', because frankly, lady, you don't know me, and it's an absolute sin to use any 'understanding' or even referring to the word, to a total stranger. You are dealing with people with problems, sensitive issues, who come to you for help...it's such a 'pity' that they do not incorporate appropriate language use in their training! Think about it...imagine a world of doctors, dentists, psychologists, who lack such basic skills! Argh!