maybe that's exactly why i turn tables and chairs upside down whenever i'm angry myself. i'd want it to scare me so bad that i grow numb to the fear and to the frustration altogether. does it show an appreciation or a lack of respect for these furnitures?
tables and chairs are where you sit and think. where you have conversation with someone. where you have meetings. where you do your homework, or whatever work. tables are where you put objects of respect, such as food or books.
they serve you in so many ways, and how do we repay? we sit on the tables and put our feet on the chairs. we vandalise and break.
i know i've not been any better, due to the fact that i've been turning desks in classrooms upside down for quite awhile now. admittedly i feel that it's good enough i pick them back up right after and that i'm including them in my life.
but nevermind. what do you consider appreciation for your tables and chairs?
you know, i kind of don't understand what is it that parents want. they want us to be successful, but when we are, in the future they're just gonna feel lonely when we're busy with our careers.and then they'd be coming crying to us about how we neglect them.
i think when parents want us to study hard, it is either one of these two reasons: they want you to be like them, or they do not want you to end up like them.
parents who fall in the former category are those who are successful now, and want you to follow their footsteps. as for those in the latter, they're probably regretting having wasted their education away thus they want you to re-enact the shit that they should have done when they were your age.
that aside, had gone to Tamp today, to read for a bit in the library and to buy pen from Urban Write. there was a dude sitting next to me who seemed real sick. he was shivering so badly and wouldn't stop sniffing and drinking his water.
at first i had felt annoyed but when his shiverings got a lot more obvious, i felt empathetic. eventually some woman came and fetched him, and due to the silence i had been able to unintentionally eavesdrop on their conversation. turns out, the guy had been damn sick for days already.
somehow my crossing paths with this Malay guy in the library seems to leave an impression on me. you should have seen the way he had been persistent in his reading despite his trembles and sniffing. he must have been damn uncomfortable but he still kept reading.
as mrs sherri constantly reminds us; even when we're sick, we must push ourselves to come to school, unless it's really a very bad condition. i guess i'd just witnessed an example of that huh.
there's no school tomorrow! maybe i'll head to maccy d in the morning once again to do a little bit of studying. maybe.
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