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RAMBLINGS
Wednesday, November 8
I'M GETTING DAMN FED UP WITH MY MUM!
its about this comm, it hers
i only borrow it to practice my adobe stuff, do some research on things i like and blog la of course
but the thing is that i dont have creative freedom, meaning that when i want to do something, i cant because of some mundane restriction by her... the only time i can practice my school work, namely my illustrator and photoshop is from 10pm onwards... day time i'm usually out at sch and stuff...
i need to practice my work, because i forget very easily plus i cant really catch everything teachers teach in class, i kinda learn more alone... most parents would encourage children to do their work right?
but you see... my mum is a special person.. a kind of breed we call bit*hes...
i've hated her for over a decade and i havent forgiven her for anything.. because i dont want to forgive...
she doesnt deserve my forgiveness, she can kiss my ass!
i really need comm access which is why i got close to her to get this comm... but she's so damn anal about her own things...
for example.. back in my house in woodlands when my parents were still together...
she and my grandma destroyed our expensive black leather sofa by lying down on it(my mum is a fat assed bit*ch)... my dad paid for it and he was quite mad that it broke
years later in this house... when my mum got a sofa from her boyfriend(dont know what he sees in her), i slept on it because i was damn tired after work... wah she kao peh kau bu until email my dad la and all that shit wah f*cking hypocrite sia she, my dad being a gentleman just kept quiet...
she cares the world about her things, but dont give a shit about anyone elses
just now a dinner she complain that my grandma piss her off la, ruin her hari raya blah blah...
i thought to myself, wow, i had the same opinion about her lol, being a bit*h must run in her family...
luckily i have 99.9 per cent dad's genes and i'm proud of it...
sigh my dad made a bad decision and married another bit*h... younger and smarter and louder... poor papa...my dad may not have a diploma, and he may not be highly educated... but he would sacrifice himself for me... and thats why i love my dad very much god bless him...
i miss him so much... i feel so sad that i dont get to see him everyday...
silly me i'm crying like a baby
i really miss my dad and i hope i can meet him again soon...i cherish the times it was just him and me and i'll hold them in my heart forever... love you dad, yr son misses you...
all of you reading this and who have still both parents lving with you together.... cherish them...
you dont know how lucky you are to have a happy family...
if GOD could grant me a wish... i wish my father had never gotten remarried... and i would still be living with him... things would have been so much better
to be honest i never blamed my dad... for anything... even my current plight
you want to know why? its because he never treated me like a child... he treated me like an equal, a grown up since i was a baby... my dad is truly a saint... i hate myself for the times i caused him problems and times i hurt him... i hope he'll forgive me
the reason i picked up guitar, is because i wanted to be like my dad... he taught me all he knew... shared his prized guitar with me, which i still have...
Everynight, i thank GOD that he allowed me, Mohamed Syafiq Bin Johan, to be his son...
i'll never stop thanking GOD for this... Never...
To my lepak kaki, my drinking buddy, my teacher, and my best friend...
I LOVE YOU DAD... MISS YOU VERY MUCH...
Delivered at 12:13 a.m.;