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| plain bitter truth |
But right now let me tell you the thrill of waiting for A-level result which unsettled me for months, my life was a complete mess. Every day and night I couldn't take my mind off the consequence of not acing the exam. It would be one of my failures in my life.
Hard work pays. At least thats what my teacher said. I got the scholarship and here I am, lying on the cozy bed in Auckland without much worry about the books and unfinished paper on the table.
I've been taking a long break from my studies since I came here.
To be honest, I felt like I never learn anything here. Academic-wise. I'm no longer that diligent geeky boy who valiantly promised to never neglecting my studies to my sponsor.
Perhaps the joy of past success was not shortlived as it should be. It stretched to another year, probably two, turning this study freak into a person he can't even recognize.
The naive gullible hardworking boy is dead. Affirmative. Whats left is this physique with messed up brain which feeds on porn and swearing words.
But
Give him a chance. Someone needs to revive the dead soul and let him pave his way back to the top again. Dark time should be over in no time. Oh, don't forget to rummage into his closet of good times for some detergent. Someone's heart needs a thorough cleaning.
