the role of parents doesn't change much since humans civilisation begins. they always do things that they think it might be good for you , but somehow it disappointed you.
i myself have been through that,at first i thought that i wont be the one to undergo it, ya i thought that i was very Lucky, but it ended when i realize the fact that a large piece of me is missing. especially the piece of my high school's life.
in high school people participate actively in curriculum activities and they have most fun form it. when they graduate these thing will become the sweet memory of high school in them. but my mum doesn't want me to participate actively in the activeties to prevent my results from 'rolling down the hills' and so i quit going for my cadet police and my prefect board and join the 'not so active ones' which i don't like
as a result, despite i don't have the sweet memory my result go timbering down the hills. ask me why, the answer is my heart wasn't there.
so there i learnt my lesson , dare to stand up for ureself and don't give up easily just because some one Else's word as well as don't choose some thing just because they are easier,make u more popular but choose the one the u feel like going or doing and that u like it
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Saturday, 4 April 2009
me the meanie-o-brother
i always thought that i do not have tempter, but i found out i have big tempered.
the issue just took place a few minuets ago when i have a fight with my younger brother over school shoes, stockings and a pail of rain water.
but before this happened, the story began yesterday when i came home from school exhausted, it was raining so i decided to collect rain water form the roof to wash my school shoes and help my brother with his too. i worked so hard to collect the water, then i taught of asking my brother to help me to bring the heavy pails of water from outside into the house as a requite of helping him wash his shoes, but he refuse to help out, i was angry.
the next day the shoes was still wet so my brother bring the shoes out to put them under the sun, all the same was done to the stockings. then he forgot to keep it before the rain poured, the shoes was wet again and the stalking flew over the muddy floor of the garden, my anger grew as he keep searching for the umbrella to keep him away from the rain, then i taught, WHAT THE HACK! this little rain also want an umbrella (actually it was not so small, just my anger had its affect over my mind) then he dump his school shoes into two pails of water that i collect yesterday(i was boiling hot) .
then uncontrollably i shouted at anger , used all my strength to bring up the pails of water pouring down on him .then it began, our fight. in the fight i hit him hard. after the fight i washed my shoes again , then i found out the shoes had been polished, it wasn't me, then who did it? oh it was my brother all along he helped me polish my shoe while he put the shoes under the sun.
And its here's me writing my regrets. i know i that was wrong and i have accepted the fact that i am being hot tempter, over reacted over small things , mean to my brother for all these time ,that i refuse to accept the fact since i was four when my mother has been telling me me since then.
what was done could not be undo. all left to do is to change my attitude. oh my dear brother sorry for all these years. i promise i will change and u will be the first to witness it.
the issue just took place a few minuets ago when i have a fight with my younger brother over school shoes, stockings and a pail of rain water.
but before this happened, the story began yesterday when i came home from school exhausted, it was raining so i decided to collect rain water form the roof to wash my school shoes and help my brother with his too. i worked so hard to collect the water, then i taught of asking my brother to help me to bring the heavy pails of water from outside into the house as a requite of helping him wash his shoes, but he refuse to help out, i was angry.
the next day the shoes was still wet so my brother bring the shoes out to put them under the sun, all the same was done to the stockings. then he forgot to keep it before the rain poured, the shoes was wet again and the stalking flew over the muddy floor of the garden, my anger grew as he keep searching for the umbrella to keep him away from the rain, then i taught, WHAT THE HACK! this little rain also want an umbrella (actually it was not so small, just my anger had its affect over my mind) then he dump his school shoes into two pails of water that i collect yesterday(i was boiling hot) .
then uncontrollably i shouted at anger , used all my strength to bring up the pails of water pouring down on him .then it began, our fight. in the fight i hit him hard. after the fight i washed my shoes again , then i found out the shoes had been polished, it wasn't me, then who did it? oh it was my brother all along he helped me polish my shoe while he put the shoes under the sun.
And its here's me writing my regrets. i know i that was wrong and i have accepted the fact that i am being hot tempter, over reacted over small things , mean to my brother for all these time ,that i refuse to accept the fact since i was four when my mother has been telling me me since then.
what was done could not be undo. all left to do is to change my attitude. oh my dear brother sorry for all these years. i promise i will change and u will be the first to witness it.
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