“Carilah kerja daripada buang masa duduk rumah.”
“You’re not looking hard enough, I suppose. Look harder.”
“Isi cuti kau dengan kerja berfeadah. Ambil lessen atau kerja.”
I have been advised by a lot of people to spend my holidays with worthwhile activities. I have been expected to learn how to drive in this five-month holiday. I have been invited to a number of gatherings that I had wished I could join and experience the joy to reunite after not seeing them for awhile. I was so disappointed to disappoint them by means of turning down the invitations. The experience of having to rebuff what you wanted and disappoint people you loved, and you yourself, I’d bet, much worse than the experience of not having or seeing me at the parties.
I suppose, it is easier for people to say than for me to do it. They are not in my shoes. They do not know what I am experiencing. They do not know how much I want to do all the worthwhile stuffs but I just can’t. I would someday do them but not for the time being.
I just cannot afford to do them.
One of the most irritating problems that people by and large have in common is pecuniary drawback. Nonetheless, the extent of the badness is not the same. One’s pecuniary drawback may be worse if none of one’s parents are working. And the problem could be much, much worse if one becomes parentless at a very young age yet some of parentless kids are lucky because there are many orphanages to take over their problems, especially pecuniary problem.
I do not know whose problem is worse but I know this sickening money-problem is endless. I mean, mine. My money problem.
It restrains me from doing what I want.
Jessie J, you are wrong. Money can make me happy. Money can get me a better life. You sucker, you’ve lied to the world. You have fooled so many people. Idiot, you. I hate your stupid lyrics yet I like the rhythm.
And I hate money. I hate it but I love it. (playing the song Stuck by Stacie Orrico)
Ah. I am so !@#$%^&*() lifeless.
I suppose, it is easier for people to say than for me to do it. They are not in my shoes. They do not know what I am experiencing. They do not know how much I want to do all the worthwhile stuffs but I just can’t. I would someday do them but not for the time being.
I just cannot afford to do them.
One of the most irritating problems that people by and large have in common is pecuniary drawback. Nonetheless, the extent of the badness is not the same. One’s pecuniary drawback may be worse if none of one’s parents are working. And the problem could be much, much worse if one becomes parentless at a very young age yet some of parentless kids are lucky because there are many orphanages to take over their problems, especially pecuniary problem.
I do not know whose problem is worse but I know this sickening money-problem is endless. I mean, mine. My money problem.
It restrains me from doing what I want.
Jessie J, you are wrong. Money can make me happy. Money can get me a better life. You sucker, you’ve lied to the world. You have fooled so many people. Idiot, you. I hate your stupid lyrics yet I like the rhythm.
And I hate money. I hate it but I love it. (playing the song Stuck by Stacie Orrico)
Ah. I am so !@#$%^&*() lifeless.
2 comments:
ambil lesen :P
Cikgu Faqhrule taja ya? :D
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