the hols have ended. here is what i did.
monday-umm nothing. ahh yes soccer
tuesday- soccer again
wednesday-pw meeting( did i mention i hate pw)
thursday-umm cant rmbr.. oh yeah i did math.. see i actually studied haha. but only 4 chpters
friday- open house prep played bridge and soccer to kill 4hrs then met adarsh to watch ratatatatata ( okay i cant spell the name) told adarsh whats on my mind. His response: you should have gone acsi
Saturday: open house but it was really disappointing cause not many ppl came. Played hockey for like 4 hrs then managed to convince shermaine to go dover market to eat. Her whinning is damn funny. honestly. then she made me buy peach bubble tea for mrc girl and then i had to sneak it into the hall to give it to her. she wasnt there though and eventually found her with shermaine. then we walked around the school looking for dont noe what and then i went back to playing hockey for another 2 hrs.
went home and wrote out my feelings and it wasnt me. it was like someone else was inside of me. Made me think that maybe my nonsence is a facade for what i really feel but then ( okay this will sound really made up and unbelieveable but then again neither am i a supernatural believer kinda thing) my bible fell outta my bag and the verse psalms 23:3 caught my eye and it gave me strength. it was like god was giving me a message and suddenly that feeling of defeatness and deflatedness was gone.
Things in dubai arent going as well as my parents would have hoped. my dad doesnt really enjoy his new working environment and i cant say that i didnt predict that. but my dad is bounded by contract and so my mum will still have to go. havent been feeling so well these days having constant headaches and feel constantly tired. went to see a doctor he told me to go see a specialist. the told me what he thinks the problem is but this is something i rather keep inside. Telling ppl would not be good. I just hope it'll cure fast or i hope i dont have to be operated on. The doctor doesnt think it will lead to an operation cause its gotta do with my rhinithis and my mum has had the problem before but i hope it turns out alrite. God gimme strength.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
A tribute
As my dad leaves for dubai tmr. it suddenly becomes so real. the boxes and the suitcases packed, the cars sold and movers coming over. It hit me hard that its like almost the last time i'll ever spend with my dad. the next time i'll see him will be during holidays but for the next 4 yrs we'll be in different countries and after the 4 yrs i'll be too old to have a father son relationship with my dad anymore and instead it'll be more like a relationship btwn 2 adults. Although i have never been close to my dad considering the last time we talked was when i was in primary 6. Despite this i still feel the need to pay a tribute to my dad. so here it goes.
Dad although we never really talked or did things together. You were still there for me. When mum shouted and threw remotes at me for my academic short comings, u would tell her to stop and i knew although u never said it u were silently disappointed. When u saw the results of the Mensa test and the certificate qualifying me for Mensa once again although u never said it,your eyes showed your pride in having me join u as another member of the family in Mensa. You were always concerned about who i was debating and how was doing in the tennis competitions i entered. It was always u who came and watched me at the tennis competitions and even when i got thrashed in the quarter-finals u were proud that i made it that far. When your friends and colleagues tipped me to become the next u or even surpass u. Silently i'm sure u were proud. But the truth is dad, i'll never be you. i've always lived in the shadow of your achievements and what you accomplished and it will always be that way. No matter what, i will never be able to measure up to what you are. I will always remain in your shadow but thanks dad for moulding me so that one day i will carry on the reputation you have established. i wish you all the best in Dubai and most importantly although i think the last time i said it was 7yrs ago. i love you dad.
Dad although we never really talked or did things together. You were still there for me. When mum shouted and threw remotes at me for my academic short comings, u would tell her to stop and i knew although u never said it u were silently disappointed. When u saw the results of the Mensa test and the certificate qualifying me for Mensa once again although u never said it,your eyes showed your pride in having me join u as another member of the family in Mensa. You were always concerned about who i was debating and how was doing in the tennis competitions i entered. It was always u who came and watched me at the tennis competitions and even when i got thrashed in the quarter-finals u were proud that i made it that far. When your friends and colleagues tipped me to become the next u or even surpass u. Silently i'm sure u were proud. But the truth is dad, i'll never be you. i've always lived in the shadow of your achievements and what you accomplished and it will always be that way. No matter what, i will never be able to measure up to what you are. I will always remain in your shadow but thanks dad for moulding me so that one day i will carry on the reputation you have established. i wish you all the best in Dubai and most importantly although i think the last time i said it was 7yrs ago. i love you dad.
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