I wouldn't have to change my layout, or put on a loud speaker to everyone saying, "guys, Im back". Because I know, by the end of the day, I will be gone again..and come back..and gone...etc3..
Today, what I wanna do is to tell u a bedtime story;
I've been living a harastic life since 1969 and i do not foresee its gonna change. Altho' I've been complaining most of the time.
I never dream to be a minister, or a businessman or perhaps a millionaire. But yet, I envy them for what they have in their lives. I started my career as a waiter-storekeeper-waiter-storekeeper-waiter etc3...I enjoyed it anyway. Eventho' it was tiring as I was just 10 when i'm started. Well, i got atleast $200 a month anyway. That $200 brings so much joy as far as I remember.
For almost hundreds of years, we've been living in our beautiful house made by our father and we loved it so much. But perhaps, happiness is not meant for us (maybe)...Fire swept it away, brings together with it all the joy. Everything...everything...and all...and all...
We've been living a hard life eversince. Our parents doesnt love each other anymore and decided to divorce. Years gone by but it still fresh in my head. I keep on reminding myself every single day. Wake-up and dont give up.
I always had this dream, if u still remember Mr bean's brown teddy bear..?..Yes, im talking about the doll..I always had these dreams where it came to me and yelling at me "aja2 fighting"...(quoted from the Korean drama series, Full House)...Of all words in the world, I dont know why "aja2 fgtg"..confused....
But then again, I realized..that my life doesnt ends there..It tells me to rise-up and beat-up like I always did on the dance floor (except, this is a different version..;p..)..
And that is why, Im standing here today, looking at a brand new car, thinking of buying the 2nd car..while waiting for our newly design home sweet home, to be completed...And yes, Im glad to tell my family, stop saying "i wish I can buy those things"..because, we gonna buy it...(at last)
At last, I make my own good money..a boy who started working as a waiter, at the age of 10 with $200 a month...
And now, I wanna get back to my dream, to say thank you..and be grateful....Fulfill your dream my friends..