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ChristopherTanJindeMelody accompanied by the story sounded, You do not reveal an extraordinary biography of. Angels at dawn to come at night, Wake-up is full of wonders the fate of. |
Tagboard I love HER. I love sportz. I'm an asshole ^^. I gym till dawn, I bball till dusk. That's coz... I'm a guy. And a playful one too. |
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Thursday, May 7, 2009 @ 8:43 PM !alwaysyoursforever Today was my 3rd working at CMA consultants. The workload is so far manageable and the people there are pretty nice too...too bad its a female working environment....mothers day is coming...any ideas?? I've long forgotten that I had parents already... 'Dad' and 'Mum' are, to me, are just a term to address them, that's all...The only thing they can take comfort in, is that, I still respect my dad sometimes...somehow, we've got a mutual agreement... Sure, there are times whereby we agree on certain things. Sometimes we disagree on certain things. In my case, I've played my role as a son/worker/punching bag/ whatever-you-called-it for the past 20 over years. This I did without any complaints except for the occasional sulky face, even then, a sulky face to them would be: Aiya, ask you do things also so difficult, forget it la!!! This would then lead to an unavoidable shouting match between me and my parents. I always said to my sister this phase: One fine day, should they passed away, I would not shed a tear for them, for I have done my part as a son by waiting on them and accommodating them. Since young, every Sunday, I would always follow my mum to the market to help her with the marketing. Sunday, back then was family day, so my parents and i would spend the day together. Fast forward till present, I still occasionally follow my mum to the market to help her. Do not be surprised that when I get my driving license, I would be required to chauffeur her to the market, help her with the marketing stuff, and chauffeur her back home. I would also be required to bring my sister to school, or go this place collect this thing or that thing. This is 1 of the main reason why I simply refused to learn driving till now. I also wait up for the washing machine to wash finish the clothes so that I can hang them up at night in order to catch the morning sun. At the beginning, I would always do so with a sulky face, however, I gradually got used to the chores and begun to do them willingly. When she says that she's going to the temple, I would voluntarily accompany her, least would I be accused of a 'Dun care' attitude or no filial piety. Whenever we quarrel, she would bring up the past or just condemn me by saying that I am hopeless la, don't know how to do this la, don't know how to do that la, say I got speech defect la, say I dress like a clown la, say that people how old already this and that got what and what in his name drawing how much already can own car got girlfriend can support himself through this studies and so on. But why can't you take a step backwards and see what your son has done also?? Just in case, you don't know what your son can do . Let me say: I completed marathons before. I commanded half of singapore navy forces in the NS. I have dreams and goals(Only to be crushed by YOU.) I have had more girlfriends than more than he have. I have been abused by you much more time than he had. I have always tried my best to adhere to whatever you say. I tried my very best to be the ideal son you could. But your expectations were far beyond my capabilities. Did you know, during my NS stint, how much I wanted to die in the service?? To me, this seemed the only way out and only way to make you see how 'well' you've done as a mother. To me, I wanted to make you be remorseful for the rest of your life for not treasuring me. If I had died in during NS 1)my death would be published in the papers. 2)my coffin would be wrapped up in the Nation's flag. 3)Only then would you know how much valuable your son is he was around, how much he sacrificed 4) only then would you regret for the rest of your life. For those of you reading these, of course, you guys can flame my blog or gimme your comments. But nothing else matters, for in her eyes, I'm just an ODD-JOB LABORER. |