Tomorrow, the guy from the previous post, will be here. Sigh, I really don't want to see him.
The instance I reached Canberra, I made so much havoc, and even made my clean friend not lend him her room, instead, shift him into a dirtier guy's room.
I should be feeling happy, no ?
Proud, of what I have done?
As much as I hate him, somehow it doesn't feel right.
The room doesn't have a heater, Canberra is FREAKIN cold.
I am like fighting with myself, 50% thinks that he deserves it for provoking me the day before I came Canberra, but the other 50% of me is feeling terrible!
After all, I am still human and my parents never taught me such things.
Every time I share gossips with my mother in front of my dad, my dad will call me to shut up and stop talking behind people's back, be it a good or a bad thing.
I am very close with my mother, so she know how much problems I have with Eddie's brother. She said it's not a good thing to hate people. I'll quote her (translated from Hokkien) :
"Every time you feel that you hate someone, just laugh out LOUD HAHAHA! and forget about it."
My parents are such good parents who teaches me things that I have not been practicing!! Instead, I am approaching everything the opposite way, maybe, sometimes a little too straight forward and unkind.
Sigh. Changing my mind. I guess.
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