Gone. Not coming back till I find it.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I don't care anymore.
I can't be bothered with this anymore. A broken home is no home to return to. And so, I'm not going to sit around wallowing in self-pity. I don't need your money, if you have any in the first place. You can keep it as well as your whining to yourself. I've been living in this condition silently for most of my life, and I'm telling you I don't need you around anymore. You are neither a housewife nor an employee, therefore not contributing in any way to the household.
I don't care what you work as, what you do, or whatever happens, cos seriously I'm tired of your endless excuses and zero net productivity.
You've been blessed a child with multiple talents and abilities, yet he is dampened by your lack of support in all aspects. Though you may claim otherwise, the result is evidence enough. I've had it with this. I'm not going to push for your support anymore. Go find if you will, another son that will spend only $100 monthly and still tolerate it.
There is NO WAY you can support someone with just that sum of money, let alone his talent/passion.
I'm going off to work. I don't need to be in class when school reopens, cos either way I wont be concentrating in class with the thought of money at the back of my head.
and until I can make a decent living whilst studying, or otherwise, I'm quitting my music, computer tech-ing and guitar works.
I've already got a job and making more money than you are. I don't see whats so hard about working. Maybe you're just fussy.
Well its about time you made a choice in life. Between what is right, and that which is easy.
You're not even paying for my school education nor any of my individual expenses. I don't see why you can't contribute to even put food on the table. I'm sick and tired of eating out, its not healthy at all for the wallet nor body. So I'm gonna cook and buy my own foodstuffs.
And now you're nagging at me for being more useful around the house than you are? Complaining that I'm always cooking for myself when you starve every day? Then congratulations mom, you are now obsolete in my life.
At this rate, how could you become a respectable grandmother when your only son looks upon you as a mere equal?
Now that I'm on my own two feet. I realize the feeling is no different than before. Mom present or otherwise. Sad but true.
I don't care what you work as, what you do, or whatever happens, cos seriously I'm tired of your endless excuses and zero net productivity.
You've been blessed a child with multiple talents and abilities, yet he is dampened by your lack of support in all aspects. Though you may claim otherwise, the result is evidence enough. I've had it with this. I'm not going to push for your support anymore. Go find if you will, another son that will spend only $100 monthly and still tolerate it.
There is NO WAY you can support someone with just that sum of money, let alone his talent/passion.
I'm going off to work. I don't need to be in class when school reopens, cos either way I wont be concentrating in class with the thought of money at the back of my head.
and until I can make a decent living whilst studying, or otherwise, I'm quitting my music, computer tech-ing and guitar works.
I've already got a job and making more money than you are. I don't see whats so hard about working. Maybe you're just fussy.
Well its about time you made a choice in life. Between what is right, and that which is easy.
You're not even paying for my school education nor any of my individual expenses. I don't see why you can't contribute to even put food on the table. I'm sick and tired of eating out, its not healthy at all for the wallet nor body. So I'm gonna cook and buy my own foodstuffs.
And now you're nagging at me for being more useful around the house than you are? Complaining that I'm always cooking for myself when you starve every day? Then congratulations mom, you are now obsolete in my life.
At this rate, how could you become a respectable grandmother when your only son looks upon you as a mere equal?
Now that I'm on my own two feet. I realize the feeling is no different than before. Mom present or otherwise. Sad but true.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Within reach
A choice to make, with equally heavy consequences either way. Am I doing the right thing?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Avenge!
It is my deepest regret to see someone like you, who was by my side during thick and thin, to deserve a fate like this. Seeing you fallen like this, unable to pursue your dreams anymore, breaks my heart.
Those time where we would stone in class together, oblivious to the impending tests. Then, in the 11th hour just surge through our work. You reassured me when I had doubts. And I did likewise. For your weakness was my strength, and vice-versa.
Whenever I would falter over those intimidating maths questions, you would see me through it, always with your laid-back and easygoing personality. Even amidst my silly questions and mistakes, you still pressed on, till I understood it.
For someone like me who totally cannot think in mathematical terms my entire life, you have turned all of that around and now I stand tall knowing it is now my strongest subject.
Even through all those dark hours together, the relentless assignments, biased marking schemes and insults people would hurl at you, we would still laugh through them together.
You have really changed me.
But when I received the ill news, I can't help but recall the old times and how far we've progressed as a team. It breaks my heart, what was once 4. And now only 3 remain.
I could see deep down, you really wanted to stay with us and graduate together with a diploma in Biomedical Science. And now that you can no longer achieve that dream, I shall take it upon myself to honor our brotherhood and achieve for you that which you failed, in your name.
Rest easy knowing I will not allow your name to be forgotten or slandered. It is the least I can do for everything you've done for me, and the rest of DBS1B01.
Take care, Farhadi.
Those time where we would stone in class together, oblivious to the impending tests. Then, in the 11th hour just surge through our work. You reassured me when I had doubts. And I did likewise. For your weakness was my strength, and vice-versa.
Whenever I would falter over those intimidating maths questions, you would see me through it, always with your laid-back and easygoing personality. Even amidst my silly questions and mistakes, you still pressed on, till I understood it.
For someone like me who totally cannot think in mathematical terms my entire life, you have turned all of that around and now I stand tall knowing it is now my strongest subject.
Even through all those dark hours together, the relentless assignments, biased marking schemes and insults people would hurl at you, we would still laugh through them together.
You have really changed me.
But when I received the ill news, I can't help but recall the old times and how far we've progressed as a team. It breaks my heart, what was once 4. And now only 3 remain.
I could see deep down, you really wanted to stay with us and graduate together with a diploma in Biomedical Science. And now that you can no longer achieve that dream, I shall take it upon myself to honor our brotherhood and achieve for you that which you failed, in your name.
Rest easy knowing I will not allow your name to be forgotten or slandered. It is the least I can do for everything you've done for me, and the rest of DBS1B01.
Take care, Farhadi.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Determination
There are only 2 types of people in the world. Those who say, "I can't." and those who say, "I can...".
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Update
Been busy lately, now with exams over, I'm frantically making the best out of my holidays, for there won't be anymore in years 2 and 3.
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