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Typewriter16:41 - “To those who leave their homes in the cause of Allah, after suffering oppression, We will assuredly give a goodly home in this world: but truly the reward of the Hereafter will be greater. If they only knew!”Monday, July 6, 2009 Excuse Me Sir, You Don't Even Know Me / 9:00 AM
Saturday was spent with SSP people for Perlumbaan Menakjubkan SangSingaPurba 2009. It sounds like some category for Anugerah Planet Muzik. Anyway, it was an uber fun amazing race planned out by the senior lions for everyone. My teammates were Zad, Fiza, Saiful and Idah slimz (hahaha). It was a nice event despite the running and the games yang kurang ajar. I hated the rubix cube part. So annoying. hahaa. Had so much fun that it pained me to leave as soon as it was over rather than stay with them. I think that would have been a better choice instead of rushing home to get ready to go to my cousin's house. Because then it won't mean I would have to go out with my family and it won't mean me crying myself to sleep that night. Seriously, isn't it sad that I feel more love and happiness with and from my friends rather than my own flesh and blood? I don't understand. I know I don't have family problems like other people where they don't allow you to be with your friends, beating you, restricting you, etc, but I realise that I don't even feel loved by my own parents, especially my dad. I feel like my parents are the biggest hypocrite on Earth who think that everything they say is right. And I fucking hate it when my dad attempts to support his point by saying that his friend told him so. And he calls me a robot who can't think for himself. It sucks that my family don't even know about me and I doubt they'll even bother to make the effort. At least me and my sister are getting closer a little due thanks to her picking up the guitar but she is still a big a hypocrite as my parents. Papa When I was a kid you meant the world to me I couldn't spend a day without hugging you I couldn't stand seeing you go Papa Now that I'm older how come I can't stand being around you? How come I despise every word you say? How come finally your words about this 'ugly duckling' finally got to me? Papa Why do I always have to conform to what people think? Why do I have so many traits you don't know about? Why do I have to light a cigarette before going home? Papa How come you can't accept me for who I am? How come I feel like you're ashamed of me? How come you make me feel ashamed of myself? Papa How come you always make feel like running away? How come you make me feel like you're the knight in shining armour And I'm just the rust in your metallic shoes? Papa, Oh Papa I think I've lost a family I think I've lost the love I think it might have been gone for awhile But I've just realised it now So I guess the goodbyes came earlier than expected |
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