Even the Strong Do Falter

Hearing her cry her heart out today was not only a shock to me, but a humbling experience as well. I've always thought of her as a strong individual. Too strong for tears, in fact. It just goes to show that it isn't always about giving your best. What does that matter if your best isn't good enough? You can still fail to meet your own expectations.

I do know that she will pick herself up and move on. She will not allow herself to be judged based on this one moment but rather on how high she bounces back. Now, that is true inspiration.

I'm So Predictable

I just re-tagged a bunch of my posts... have to differentiate between Them Boys and Deux. Whilst looking through the posts, it struck me that I have the EXACT same title for 2 blog posts - I Won't Let This Build Up Inside Of Me.

It gets freakier. The posts are about the SAME person... mentioning the EXACT same thing.

*cue horror theme* The posts are 3 months apart... to the EXACT SAME date!

I shit you not, dearest readers.

Check it out, if you refuse to believe me. CLICK.... and then... CLICK...

Or... I just need new material. Heh.

I Won't Let This Build Up Inside Of Me

I got it bad. I've been playing the songs he used to sing to me, on repeat, the whole day.

Daddy's Girl?

Mummy found a photograph of me in my dad's wallet. *giggles*

There were laminated photographs of the brothers around the house and in Daddy's shop la...

BUT, but who's the one in the wallet, which is carried around daily? MEEEEE!!!!

Subject Transfer

Anything concerning my dad's condition will be updated in my other blog. Find it yourself. This blog will not be neglected though.

Do You Have the Time to Listen to Me Whine?

I decided to go back to school today and it was a bad decision indeed. Nothing was done during my absence! I thought since the GO called me repeatedly while I was at the hospital, they surely must be aware of the situation and would at the very least cover some of my duties for me. Alas, I was mistaken. I returned to school only to find my desk cluttered with consent forms, notes and what nots. It took me 4 periods to organise that mess.

I am so frustrated! I overhead some of them complaining that my result slips were incomplete and that they were not signed. How the hell can I sign the slips if they're given out when I'm not in school? I do have a co-form don't I? MY DAD'S IN THE HOSPITAL! HE HAD A STROKE! HAVE SOME COMPASSION, YOU ASSHOLES.

Only the attendance was not keyed in; everything else was done the week before. Is it too much of a hassle to do that for me? I can't believe how many people from school bugged me concerning the keying in of attendance!! Of course when they first answered they were all like, "Oh how's your dad?" Then, "By the way, you've not keyed in your attendance." *hurls curse words* And you ask me why I'm unhappy. I leave my dad to go to school and have to deal with all of that. Like, wow, major calamity - no attendance on the results slip. I hate it when I'm frustrated, I get so incoherent.

I'm amazed really, at the lack of compassion and understanding. Or could it be that they just don't care?

When Reality is Worser Than Any Nightmare Experienced

The past couple of days have been gruelling, to say the least. Dad's condition is not improving. Aside from this present state which we are in, we also have the future to think about.

The family dynamic is sure to change and the future doesn't look bleak but it doesn't look inviting either. Compromises / sacrifices have to be made and dreams have to be put on hold.

This ain't no rainy day, my dear readers. It sure feels like a monsoon season to me.