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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
This post is mainly about me letting everything out. I don't care about whoever i am going to mention in here. Let them know what they have done wrong towards me.
REALIZE PEOPLE!!!!
Is it the middle-child syndrom that is hitting me now?? I feel like as if i am being hit now. SO FRUSTATED to the max!!!!!!! Its always me that is being picked on. How unlucky i am to be born as the middle child. I am thankful that i am being born into this world but not as a middle-child. There is so many things that i just can't do or don't seem right into people's eyes. I am doing all the things that aprents should be proud of but instead i got one very nice scolding for each of it. Like going to masjid. Is it wrong in the first place???? Salah ke pergi ke rumah Allah??? My sister can go out till late night with her friends and my parents can keep quiet. I go to masjid for meetings and events & they are scolding and prohibiting me from going again. Shouldn't it be the opposite?? I have funny parents in this house.
As for silat. Dad wants to tear my uniform since he says its not necessary anymore for me to go for silat.
OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!
I paid the uniform and insurance all by myself. Except for my groinguard which mum paid for me. The rest all i paid myself. Aku tak pernah susahkan dia pon for payments. I got bronze for my 1st competition also he don't look that proud. He just see my medal and walk away. Never even congratulate me. Is it that hard for my parents to be proud of me??
Even in band. I don't see them coming for any of my performances. I know they may not have the time but at least just say something nice that you cannot make it ar. That's all that i ask for you. For your support in everything that i am doing. I can see i am getting support from other people like my sister, my besties and my sayang. I don't see any words of encouragement from you guys. I am kind of upset with this. Parents not supporting their child emotionally.... I am feeling like as if my parents heck care about my well-being. They also don't to seem really care whether i am sick to the max or not.
Any comments from my dear readers please direct it to me personally ok.
Moving on to re-cap...
I woke normally to go to school today. I was raining a bit heavy. I reached school just on time. Hehehehe. I felt the pain in my stomach already. Sat through reading period, sat for my history CA4 ( by this period i am really in pain already), then to MT and lastly PE where i really cannot tahan.I called home to ask my mum pick me up but she refused to. Now you see why i am writing such a thing as above. Even dad not picking me up. End up i have to go home alone. The office told me that they talked to my mum and she granted permission that i can go home alone. At this point i felt like as if i was a nobody to them. Nobody wants to pick me up. How sad can that be right?? So i reached home i wanted to eat rice sekali when dad started his lectures as above with me, i got no appetite to eat the rice that i already prepare and just ate bread. Totally no mood to eat. Just put the rice one side and let my maid clear it. Dad continue lecturing me and the whole house also kena lecture by him. I walked into my room and shut my ears and the door. Jumped onto my bed and let my tears fall. I just can't stand all this anymore. It's totally unfair for me and others. Because of me, everybody in the house got a nice lecture from him. So i slept through the afternoon so as to avoid the pain. I can't sit properly or it will be more painful. I can only lie down or stand. Can't walk that much. Even when i am using this computer i am lieing down like superman. Hehehehe. The only way where i can blog. Hehehehe.
Luckily my sayang was there to actually ask my condition. Very caring indeed. He even offered to pick me up from school just now but i don't want to trouble him. Thanks sayang for your attention. Really appreciate it. This is i love you so much. You are very caring and i can trust you to take good care of me in time to come.
meet again in the next post.
REALIZE PEOPLE!!!!
Is it the middle-child syndrom that is hitting me now?? I feel like as if i am being hit now. SO FRUSTATED to the max!!!!!!! Its always me that is being picked on. How unlucky i am to be born as the middle child. I am thankful that i am being born into this world but not as a middle-child. There is so many things that i just can't do or don't seem right into people's eyes. I am doing all the things that aprents should be proud of but instead i got one very nice scolding for each of it. Like going to masjid. Is it wrong in the first place???? Salah ke pergi ke rumah Allah??? My sister can go out till late night with her friends and my parents can keep quiet. I go to masjid for meetings and events & they are scolding and prohibiting me from going again. Shouldn't it be the opposite?? I have funny parents in this house.
As for silat. Dad wants to tear my uniform since he says its not necessary anymore for me to go for silat.
OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!
I paid the uniform and insurance all by myself. Except for my groinguard which mum paid for me. The rest all i paid myself. Aku tak pernah susahkan dia pon for payments. I got bronze for my 1st competition also he don't look that proud. He just see my medal and walk away. Never even congratulate me. Is it that hard for my parents to be proud of me??
Even in band. I don't see them coming for any of my performances. I know they may not have the time but at least just say something nice that you cannot make it ar. That's all that i ask for you. For your support in everything that i am doing. I can see i am getting support from other people like my sister, my besties and my sayang. I don't see any words of encouragement from you guys. I am kind of upset with this. Parents not supporting their child emotionally.... I am feeling like as if my parents heck care about my well-being. They also don't to seem really care whether i am sick to the max or not.
Any comments from my dear readers please direct it to me personally ok.
Moving on to re-cap...
I woke normally to go to school today. I was raining a bit heavy. I reached school just on time. Hehehehe. I felt the pain in my stomach already. Sat through reading period, sat for my history CA4 ( by this period i am really in pain already), then to MT and lastly PE where i really cannot tahan.I called home to ask my mum pick me up but she refused to. Now you see why i am writing such a thing as above. Even dad not picking me up. End up i have to go home alone. The office told me that they talked to my mum and she granted permission that i can go home alone. At this point i felt like as if i was a nobody to them. Nobody wants to pick me up. How sad can that be right?? So i reached home i wanted to eat rice sekali when dad started his lectures as above with me, i got no appetite to eat the rice that i already prepare and just ate bread. Totally no mood to eat. Just put the rice one side and let my maid clear it. Dad continue lecturing me and the whole house also kena lecture by him. I walked into my room and shut my ears and the door. Jumped onto my bed and let my tears fall. I just can't stand all this anymore. It's totally unfair for me and others. Because of me, everybody in the house got a nice lecture from him. So i slept through the afternoon so as to avoid the pain. I can't sit properly or it will be more painful. I can only lie down or stand. Can't walk that much. Even when i am using this computer i am lieing down like superman. Hehehehe. The only way where i can blog. Hehehehe.
Luckily my sayang was there to actually ask my condition. Very caring indeed. He even offered to pick me up from school just now but i don't want to trouble him. Thanks sayang for your attention. Really appreciate it. This is i love you so much. You are very caring and i can trust you to take good care of me in time to come.
meet again in the next post.