Sunday, July 13, 2008

K, I woke up in the morn to somethin not reli expected..
But here's bit of background knowledge bout d situation:

I'm takin the A's dis year,
While my bro's takin his O's this year..
So, I believe there's some added pressure on my mom..
Mom is the kind that constantly wants us to study..
So, my bro's feeling the pressure..
Cz he hasnt been doin proper studyin for the past few years...
So he is trying but he's feeling the pressure..
Moreover, he has Silat commitments,
Cz he's performing in the National Day parade so very busy..

K back to the story...
K, I dunno y but I suddenly dun feel like telling the story..
K, bit anti-climax but I'll jus say the main things that I feel like saying..

Mom woke my bro up,
telling him to eat,
but in a shouting manner
My bro said he's full,
n den mom shouted n scolded him for not disobeyin,
also for scoldin him lazy not wanting to study n all..
Pissed, my bro argued back..

Here's his lifestyle:
Mon = Skl till 5, tuition at night
Tues = Skl till 5, Silat training at night
Wed = Skl till 5, Tuition at night
Thurs = Skl till 5, Religious class at nght
Fri = Skl till 3-4, Silat practice
Sat = National Day rehearsal almost d whole day
Sun = Still has one more tuition, n mom wanna spend time studyin wit him

Moreover, he still squeeze some time to do his homework during his breaks..
Even though its once in a while,
To me its a good achievement,
Cz he's finally doin his work..
I have to respect him for making good changes in his life..

So, can it b argued that my bro's not stressed out?
But mom fail to see that..
She thinks he's nt studyin n spendin too much time on silat..
Cz she dun see him doin it cz he's almost always out doin these stuff..

So bro argued back whether she trust him?
Wells, that's the main issue I guess..
He's not a saint n has some bad rep,
But, no matter what,
I still trust him..
Cz I love him s a bro,
I hope things would reli go well aft his Silat,
so he can channel all his energies to the O's..
If need b,
I'll teach him.
But do forgive me cz I myself got not much time in my hands..
Hope things would go alright soon..

N for my mom,
Wells, understandable cz she dun wan us to get bad grades..
So, she wants Zaf to go Poly
N she jus wants me to pass my A's..
But she doesn't noe that passes cant get me anywhere...
Currently, when I told her the subjects I passed,
She was very happy..
But I wanna score man..

But, sometimes she can b overboard..
She'll ask me n bro whether got any test today..
Whether or not I said yest or no,
sometimes, 1st thing she ask when I get back is
"How's yr exam today?"

So, guess,
that's y bro feels stress
When she keeps pesterin us to study almost everytime when she sees us at night
N keep askin for test results..
But let's jus work on our own for now yea?

We can do it with hard work,
N good strategic studyin...

K, this is my 92th post in my blog I guess..
I'll b bloggin much less..
Cz I wan my 100th post to b the post that announces the end of my A lvls...

Till then,
Mug mode...

posted by Wary at 9:18 AM


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