Feelings

As you guys may know, I have been hitting the gym on a regular schedule lately, and this has caused my groupmates to question, “Why are you so uptight on keeping that tight training of yours?” One of the reason is because I constantly complain about having to go to the gym after classes have end during which most of my classmates just head home and enjoy lunch while I slave away in the fitness club. I never really gave them my real answer other than one particular person that is my confidante here in Russia. The reason is fairly simple but to make things exciting, I would keep it to myself. Or not?

Back to my other feeling. I just finished viewing a movie named “Real Steel”. In this story the father who bailed out on his child was reunited and as usual the jerk of a father did all kinds of stupid stuff to the kid. The kid however, being a kid loved his dad and just wanted to do his best for him. The action in the movie where the robots fight one another was nice but what I concentrated my thoughts and emotions on was the bond that was slowing growing between the father and son. This movie showed me the love that will always be found in a relationship that can never be broken, one that was forged through blood (or so to say through a mixture of DNA from a male sperm and a female ovum - sorry for breaking the moment with some information that was just way to scientific).

Watching this reminded of my family back in Malaysia, the ones that I have never been too closed with. During my secondary school life, I was attached to my friends in high school and had the wrong idea of placing my priorities for my friends first and family second. Being in that rebellious age, I disliked all the ideas and nags my parents throw my way and only enjoyed being in the company of my friend or more correctly- my best friend.

It was until I came over to Russia and lost my best friend due to the strain from the long distance and scarce contact that I realized that “FAMILY” is the one and only shelter that will welcome your presence with open hands, a place that will always place you as their upmost important agenda.

I’m sorry Mum, Dad for never opening up to you guys, to never let you in my circle and allow you to share my happiness and sorrow. I’m sorry to my sister as well for always being a pain in your ass and constantly being a trouble to you.

I just want to end this post with an old statement :

F - Father

A - and

M - Mother

I - I

L - Love

Y - You

(Ps : to my dearest sister, I also love you dearly too !!)