I planned tonnes of things to do when I reached home after work. I got a game to play and programs to write. Celebrated my Aunty's birthday. Actually I celebrated her birthday more than I celebrated my mum's. We didn't know our parents birthday until like we were adults and by then we left home. We don't usually celebrate birthday esp mine since I am in the middle. Either the eldest celebrate or the youngest. Not that I really want it but after a while, it became just a day, I wanted for myself. It is probably a terrible day to be on earth. I think only on that day I can be selfish.
Whatever. I made a coffee and eat my cough syrup which the doc gave. I think I will cough more when I drank it but eventually it felt better then I got worst again. I ended feeling sleepy and now planning for a nap. Game not played. Program not written. I am a day away from my 100 k. The 100k story. Once upon a time, I was sick and decided to get well and wanted to try out my own program. I figure it is a 100k price for writing one. Well, it will usually take a year or 2 to make one. However, I was sick, my sis was sick, my aunty and my uncle was sick. Each took up a few days and a few months. I was suppose to recuperate but ended up taking courses and going hospital or clinic most of the time. My mum and dad's stuff was also more than enough. My niece's going to Uni. Then people asked me for my time as if they were free and asked me what did I do without a job even though I have been working like a cow for my years. Getting Master's, doing part time and everything. I decided to drop all my cares. If I spent a day on my program, I am one day closer to 100k. If you asked my time for it, I am a day away from it and I didn't ask for payment. Why is it always me to pay with my time when later on somebody questioned what I did. It is as if I don't even deserve to rest. That trips everything actually and I did as I should. I sacrificed my time when it could have give me more chances to earn more money yet it is not being appreciated. Why should I? Maybe I should get a nap and forget about everything. Don't worry only temporary. If you cannot forget being treated badly so do I. I can go for length for people and I did the same for the worst....
Tired.... Why should I even exist?
I have sacrificed enough for everyone and I think it should be a time I think for myself. Then, I booked a ticket back for my parents. I have been dreaming about them lately. Both in a bad shape. I just want to spent more time with them. The reason I don't talk to my youngest brother is because he didn't treat his parents well. If I did the same to them, I am no different from him. It was never about me for not talking to him.
有些事就只能是遗憾。这是一堂课。最难的一堂课。我想我唯一办到的就是当了工程师。剩下的就只能是遗憾。如果少了这一点我想那我就完全是个遗憾。我想走到这一步,并不是我自己一个人能走的。它不是天上掉下来的。是我在井里时看到别人丢给我的一条绳子。我就抓住了它。好久好久。有的时候好想放开却又不放。松了又紧握着。一层一层的用力爬。遇到各种各样的问题,我一直找答案。以前大人都说难题放一边,要先做简单的题目。这样可以拿一些分数。可是我不知道为什么我说不听。我喜欢从第一题做到最后。当我有一题不会做的时候我会很难受。放不开的一直在那题绕着死都不放。如果在考试结束了我还做不到,这个关我过不了。会一直留在心里。非常难受。很难受。 如果我可以在结束前想到答案,就算我好多题都没有答,那一天我还是会很开心的。应为我解决了一个难题。成就感比及格更重要。当然我妈的藤编是躲不过的。我想我是自讨苦吃。长大了我就会在乎分数。很不愿意的都先答我会的。。。虽然是这么做了,可是我很痛苦。。。有时候会习惯的一直先解决觉得比较难的问题。然后一堆很快可以解决的却放一边。。。瓶颈在哪里我就会在哪里。拿着罐头开,死命的敲。就算所有的小事都解决了,这个瓶颈还是过不了。尽然过不了,那些小事就白做了。有的时候那里来的选择。人走的每一段路都会有难题。你跳过了。问题会追着你跑。幸运的可以搭顺风车逃离。不幸运的会被问题追上。勇敢的就去面对问题。我只觉得小时候的勇敢,不怕考试不及格就为了那一题已经没有了。只能靠着只想普普通通的过一关算一关。能躲一关也是一关。 小时候的梦想其实只是长大以后的笑话。只是一点都不好笑。想去的演唱会,想做的事。。。会跟着时间消失。。。就是完成不了的。不是努力就可以的。。。感受也会慢慢的麻木。梦想如果可以真实一点失望就不会那么大。虽然有一些动力但是是不对的动力。有些事也改变不了了。别人以为的小事。如果你经历过,在和我说是小事。我不会报复性的说这只是小事。应为我知道不是。如果我不是以前的我,我不会这么做。应为以前的我也觉得是小事。
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