| Tuesday, May 20, 2008 |
| It's Just a Rant So Don't Read If You Think I'm A Whiner |
I was gonna say sorry for not blogging for fuck ages but I guess no one's gonna notice it anyway.
I was gonna blog about my dad but I guess that shit just spoilt my mood for it.
I was gonna talk about happy and nostalgic shits but I guess again that shit just spoilt my mood.
Anyway, shits are always happening to me I don't know why. I'm fucking fed up with the life I'm living currently. But I myself still have no ideas on how to improve my life or make myself one happy bitch. Recently I keep thinking, I used to be a much more happier bitch back then. I was colder, I was more self-centred, I was, rude. I was... Ignorant, the whole world revolved around me, ME ME just ME!! How happy I was in that fucking state.
Fuck this shit la forget about it. DAD. Talk about him. Just. Talk. About. Happy. Stuffs. Anyway this incident just struck me and got me reeling in all my nostalgic shits when I was younger and when I was growing up, in this same old house I've grown in. My nephew, the little monkey, asked my dad to give him a piggyback ride. T____________________T
Dad: I can't give you piggyback rides, dear.. I'm too old for that. Back's not strong.
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He used to give me piggyback rides whenever I asked for one. He used to go cycling with me around the neighbourhood. He was the one who taught me how to play badminton. He was the one who sent me to swimming lessons when I was very very young. He was the sole contributor to my swimming success. He was the one who bought me thousands of story books and novels starting from my all time favourite Enid Blyton to Sweet Sixteen to Fear Street to Stephen King to Danielle Steel to Sidney Sheldon and now to Mahatma Gandhi. =.= No he really bought me that book on life.
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Now he wants to sponsor my MBA. He wants to prepare enough backup if I do fail in life one day. He wants to be able to finance me when I fall down on my feet.
Dad: My heart is weak. I am telling you this because, I want you to be ready in , 10 years time? Don't cry when the time is here. I want you, successful, happy, contented. I love you.
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Please, someone, kill me for I can't stop crying.
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