It's been a week since I started the new semester in my studies. And I must say, it was no joke.
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It's only the first week but we already been bombarded with the dreaded final year project, early assignment and the most boring lectures ever!!!In one sentence, I can conclude that this is one HECTIC week!
In the Friday night, usually I will rest and relax by watching movies since it is weekend. However, instead of relaxing, I was actually finishing my assignment. Surprising, eh?
If my parents knew this, I am pretty sure that they will cry out of relief. Their daughter has finally giving up procrastination and going to focus on one thing that she’s been neglecting; her studies.
Actually, it is not like I hate studies. It is just my mind like to wander around, my body tend to do unnecessary things and my heart is into K-POP more than anything.
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Haha.So, what I am going to tell you is…
*drum roll*
It is about the BEST dad ever, which is mine!!
Mohamad Zabidi Hashim.
Don’t get me wrong. I love both my parents equally. It is just I decided to write about my father instead of my mother.
My father is always been my idol. He likes to talk a lot, usually on his experience in life. He told us everything that he learnt so that we can learn how the world works. He always has important moral values in each story that he told us. Sometimes, I just listen to him, although he just repeated the same one that he already told us before. It is okay then. Since he repeated again and again, those words will be carved in our mind and heart.
He works in business area, so he knew people well. Sometimes, he will tell us about the people he works with. So that, we can absorb something good and leave the bad things.
Once he said, he didn’t want anything from us. Both of my parents just wished that their children will study hard enough in order to secure brighter future. Hence, they didn’t have to worry about us anymore.
Here comes the story.
I called my father just now, telling him everything about the hardship that I had to face on the first week. You know what he did.
He said, it is how the life is. Since I am in the third year of studies, it is a given that the studies are getting harder and harder. And since I am getting older, I should man up and face everything like a real man.
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It is kind of relieved cause when he said it while laughing. The stress resulting from the pile of work is actually flied away.
He also asks about the money that I had left. Since the first year of studies, I stop asking money since I got scholarship. Don’t ask me how I got it, as I am also baffled about it. So, he didn’t have to worry about me, and instead he can focus on my other siblings.
Heck, due to some failure in money management, I was broke. Completely broke. He kind of realised this as he told me to ask for my money if I don’t have enough. And I must say, he nailed it right on the head, or shall I say, purse.
To tell you the truth, I am quite embarrassed to ask money from my parents. They had it enough with all my siblings furthering their studies; I just don’t want to burden them more. If I was desperate enough, I will ask them for money but I will repay them back as soon as my scholarship is in. Huhu.
So, let’s say that I am blessed and thankful because I have them both as my parents. I couldn’t ask for more. They are the best parents ever.
p/s: I’ll write about my mom later. She is one of the scariest mom ever (only if you get in her bad side) but she is so kind and our financial solution if we want anything that’s quite expensive. Hardy-har-har.
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