Calm..
When i was in my teens, i played the piano when i was sad. always felt that my parents cared more for my sister... so i thought that they didn't care. simply didnt care about me. i played the piano almost everyday, that i cried sometimes. how emotional. i'm not an ace student. i didn't give up though. Dad held two jobs then and mom were working night shifts. Hardly saw them then. It was my sister and brother who accompanied me at home. My sister even gave tuition just to pay for my tuition fees. She cares. My brother used to wait at the void deck if i would be home late(9pm). He cares. Well, I didnt make it to a jc. and i thought that was it. I failed. but my family gave me the strength and i'm glad they do care. I needed a new piano then, my first piano, ha.. not a 2nd hand..but i think 7th or 8th? that bad. $500 but at least its still a piano. Mum knew of my passion for music since i was a kid. and i got my first piano when i was 12. A cheap piano ( its expensive to me tho)and i treasure it. 5 yrs later, mum and sis bought for me a new one. Sis just started working and she paid half of the amount. The old piano, couldnt bear to part with it, so gave it to my younger cousin. He was only 4. Looking at the piano now, reminds me so much of these caring people. And they still care. These people teach me about life. How hard life was. How difficult it was. Guess thats how i begin to care so much about people in my life. my family. my students. my friends. Yes, when someone don't care, i still care. I wonder why? In the evening, dad fell sick all of a sudden. He's fine now.. but he's so quiet the whole evening. I went online to finish up some work, when someone gave me the news. "Oh, i forgot! The tixs are already booked! I'm catching a play! Going with him!," oh well.. so things changed and it aint matter anymore. simply don't care. Well..at the end of the day, you turn, its the family who really cares.
as always.. this (view presentation) simply heals. Being a Musim, doesnt stop me from viewing this. I just love the music, the breathtaking pictures..and yes, the words.
I thank Allah for my beautiful family.
When i was in my teens, i played the piano when i was sad. always felt that my parents cared more for my sister... so i thought that they didn't care. simply didnt care about me. i played the piano almost everyday, that i cried sometimes. how emotional. i'm not an ace student. i didn't give up though. Dad held two jobs then and mom were working night shifts. Hardly saw them then. It was my sister and brother who accompanied me at home. My sister even gave tuition just to pay for my tuition fees. She cares. My brother used to wait at the void deck if i would be home late(9pm). He cares. Well, I didnt make it to a jc. and i thought that was it. I failed. but my family gave me the strength and i'm glad they do care. I needed a new piano then, my first piano, ha.. not a 2nd hand..but i think 7th or 8th? that bad. $500 but at least its still a piano. Mum knew of my passion for music since i was a kid. and i got my first piano when i was 12. A cheap piano ( its expensive to me tho)and i treasure it. 5 yrs later, mum and sis bought for me a new one. Sis just started working and she paid half of the amount. The old piano, couldnt bear to part with it, so gave it to my younger cousin. He was only 4. Looking at the piano now, reminds me so much of these caring people. And they still care. These people teach me about life. How hard life was. How difficult it was. Guess thats how i begin to care so much about people in my life. my family. my students. my friends. Yes, when someone don't care, i still care. I wonder why? In the evening, dad fell sick all of a sudden. He's fine now.. but he's so quiet the whole evening. I went online to finish up some work, when someone gave me the news. "Oh, i forgot! The tixs are already booked! I'm catching a play! Going with him!," oh well.. so things changed and it aint matter anymore. simply don't care. Well..at the end of the day, you turn, its the family who really cares.
as always.. this (view presentation) simply heals. Being a Musim, doesnt stop me from viewing this. I just love the music, the breathtaking pictures..and yes, the words.
I thank Allah for my beautiful family.
