i’ve been growing up in a very good environment
never had the need to worry about almost everything
as everything is settled for
food is always there whenever it’s time for a meal
school uniforms were always in the wardrobe whenever i need it
whenever i need to buy something
all i need to do is ask for money
and i’ll be able to do so
i get to eat good food like almost every week
shopping every so often
buy branded stuff to satisfy my own self's urge
spend money like it grows on trees
i get to own a car two cars when i’m finally 18
and am eligible to own a property
without having the need to worry
about hiking petroleum price or toll fees
as all is paid by parents
as all is taken care of
so i can live happily without stress
and that i can concentrate in my studies
concentrate in the things i am doing
i am indeed a very blessed bastard
who never knew what’s with the real world out there
never knew how people struggle to survive
to get the basic needs of life
never knew how people treasures everything they own
as they worked really hard for it
never knew how people fight for a better life
in order to break out from the original situation
never knew how strong is their willpower
to achieve what they want in life
for themselves, for their loved one, for the family
while they’ll be able to stand still and strong in the future
the blessed bastard will be the first to fall in times of crisis
上天是公平的,你今天的付出一定会有收获。祝福你。
7 cookie bites:
i think im one too..
damn.. lol.. =P
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kenwooi > =(
anyway thx for dropping by XD
who you talking about?
btw, don't say yourself like that~
everyone has his/her own life to go
no one is exactly the same...
so of course what someone face is totally different.
all the best, Bro.
nick > this blogpost is inspired by urs la. So who u think i am talking about? XD
thank you for ur wishes =)
YOU THINK TOO MUCH...
Quote:
"That's the beauty of a meritocracy, people rise and fall based on how hard they work.."
=P
nick > maybe... hope so... XD
shaun > i know. That's y i am worried now >.<
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